My name is Yancai, and I am a god. I was born with a piece of Lantian black jade passed down from my ancestors on my forehead.
Ever since I was born, my mother-in-law has often told me that I must not have close friendship with mortals, as it will only hurt myself. At first, I just regarded it as a coax to prevent our generation of little candle dragons from going to the lower world, and didn't take it seriously.
However, thousands of years ago, I first understood heartache for a mortal boy under a peach blossom tree. He said I looked beautiful dancing under the flowers, but I understood that my dance was as clumsy as a duck. One day when he was about to die, he closed his eyes and wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes.
He said, "Don't cry."
I finally realized how clear and clear A Niang's words were. I thought that from now on my heart would no longer beat for others. I didn't expect that at the birthday banquet ten thousand years later, the young man wearing brocade clothes with white background and red edges would look back at me and smile at the emperor's daughter. It was like the light of the green moon, just like before, and I suddenly thought that there were stardust falling on my head.
That phoenix would copy books for me at the Northern Dynasty Shenxu, help me find ways to skip classes, handle Master's questioning for me... And he would also use his body to take my fatal blow. His blood was as red as the paper umbrella Chang clung to, but much more dazzling than it.
When his long eyelashes drooped, I stared at him blankly, but he reached out and wiped away the cold liquid rolling down the corners of my eyes.
He said, "Don't cry."