They are your family, members of the Yang family. Then what am I? Yang Jian, what am I to you? Have you ever thought about it? What am I supposed to do if you die?
Chenxiang, he is your uncle. He is your uncle!
Beneath the moon, a flute sounds as lovers whisper; before the flowers, their silent gaze makes their souls ache. One song binds our souls together, in this life and the next. By the Three Lives Stone, we watch the empty turning of the wheel. Yang Jian, I will be with you, from the highest heavens to the deepest depths, by the Three Lives Stone and the River of Oblivion. I, Yuehua, will stay by your side.
P.S.
1. Original female protagonist. If that's not your thing, please don't read.
2. Carry on the spirit of Master's fierce protectiveness.
3. I won't vilify Chenxiang, Yang Chan, Nezha, or the others.
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