This novel was also called "The Kite Soars into the Azure Clouds." To avoid sharing a title with another work, it was renamed "Return to the Azure Clouds."
The Old Year
The June rain came down in a hurry, and the rising mist obscured the way ahead.
Outside the courtyard, the rain still fell, hanging like a curtain, as though veiled in gauze.
The ancient zither, the mist, the quiet elegance, all curled around her, floating like a transparent scroll.
The rain shimmered with the deep green of the distant lake.
Keeping time with the raindrops, she plucked the strings softly. The sparse notes drifted farther and farther away.
"Yungui, the rain has stopped. It's time to go back." The man stood behind the woman with the zither, gazing at the gray, gloomy sky beyond the courtyard. His fist tightened inside his sleeve.
The woman said nothing. The notes beneath her fingertips did not cease, but grew ever more grating.
A muffled thud. A string snapped, and the music stopped. She drew back her fingers and spoke softly, slowly.
"It's June. We should go."
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"Return to the Azure Clouds"
A little skit
Do you know the vow carved into the Three Lives Stone?
Mother once said:
May our love be like this, unbroken for three lifetimes, as steadfast as stone.
Master, do you know Shi Niang?
Shi Niang? No, I don't.
But...
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Damn, which of your full-text articles has been saved? When will I update it when I pass by your world?
After reading the first few chapters, I thought it was another imitation of Hua Qiangu, but it looks different. Come on.