"Xi Jue, a ring is formed overnight, Xi Xi Jue."
"But even if it's incomplete, it still has a different kind of beauty and ethereal quality."
"From now on, Xi Jue from Zangji will only form a ring for you."
"He is gone, and Xijue has withered away."
"In his absence, it is you who withers."
"Lingwei, Lingwei, Asu is finally with you."
A crescent moon poured out a quiet and lingering light, and under the moonlight the Zangji Pavilion lit up with flames that stretched across the sky.
The pure and beautiful woman smiled slightly in the fire of karma.
Half a lifetime of glamour, a lifetime of unrequited love, eventually turned into ashes.
All the Xijue in the Tibetan Ji Pavilion have withered, and only those who know the story recall the past Tibetan Jixijue in the broken petals.
It was obviously the ending of dust and smoke, so why did she think it was another kind of eternal life?
I dug out some excerpts written in high school on my computer, which reminded me of my most innocent years, and my naive yet stubborn interpretation of love and friendship.
Now I am no longer the innocent girl who pursues friendship headlong... I have lost the strength to be solitary and courageous.
I won't be paranoid about thinking that hopeless love will accompany a person to the end of his life... At least I can't.
But when I read the previous words, I still thought of many things and my own feelings of joy or sadness.
A story that once ran aground due to laziness. Maybe, I can take some time to continue a dream for my young self.