Love in Troubled Times:
The spring outings stretch far and wide, as they do every year at Cold Food Festival, when the pear blossoms bloom. Bai Jing is nowhere to be found, though the fragrance and flowers are abundant. Jade trees and snowy blossoms pile up like drifts of snow. The quiet night deepens, misty light drifts through the air, and the cold moon spills its gentle glow. Heaven and earth are bathed in brilliant silver light, as if illuminating a true immortal from Mount Gushe, born with a graceful spirit and a noble, unsullied nature. Who would believe that these countless blossoms stand apart, unlike all the others? Returning to the jade terrace, one sees the peerless beauty of the celestial realm.
If it had been anyone else, Hong Huang would never have reacted this way. He would never have been so panicked, never felt so helpless.
Some people matter so much that when you realize you've changed, that something about you is different, you feel so fragile in that instant that you don't know how to face it.
When darkness fell, Hong Huang didn't dare rush forward. He was afraid that everyone he saw would have become a stranger.
They had once been the people he knew best, the people he understood. So he knew clearly that they wouldn't come to a place this chaotic at a time like this.
Unless... But what he was seeing now was unimaginable, overturning everything he had believed before.
In that instant, what Hong Huang mourned losing was not only brotherhood, but also the love he had promised to protect for a lifetime.
As Hong Huang stumbled backward, memories came surging back like a tide.
