The Last Pages of a Fading Book

There are three souls and seven spirits in the world. The seven spirits are joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, fear, hatred, and love. Lanshan had been a tulip spirit for over five hundred years. One day, she awoke from a deep dream and realized she had forgotten many things. Beside her was a single ink-black tulip, its bud still closed. When the tulip bloomed, she plucked its petals one by one and placed them in her mouth. Before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face. Only then did she understand that the last thing she had learned was love... He said, "I've had many women in my life, but you're the only one I married..." There was so much helplessness in his words, but she couldn't understand it. And now, it was probably too late. I might come back and finish this book, but definitely not until Wenxin is complete. Otherwise, switching between historical fantasy and modern settings would split my mind in two. If you're interested, you can add it to your collection for now. I do have an outline, so barring any surprises, I should come back and finish it.