That year, red leaves swept across the Seven Peaks Labyrinth. That year, the wind chimes wept forever. For whom? The white-robed young master of days gone by, the girl who would sleep forever among the red leaves, or perhaps it was simply that, at a moment of heartbreak, someone wanted to cry their heart out...
I thought I’d spend my whole life relying on Granny, and my whole life by the young master’s side. But I was wrong. Granny’s heart will always belong only to the young master. I was nothing but an abandoned child she picked up. The young master will surely have a life of his own, too. In the end, I’ll be all alone.
Yin Luo, with no father or mother, no sect or school, wandering the world, thinking only of one person
It looks good, not bad, and the plot is pretty good. I support the author. . .