When he regretted his choice, he asked, "Is there anything you can get back after you've let it slip away?"
She replied coldly, "There are no do-overs in this world."
The mortal world greets the dawn, but white clouds turn cold. Across three lives, the world blurs like drifting smoke. On the road to the Yellow Springs, everything has changed. The seas have become fields, the world has turned upside down, yet you never look back with a smile...
She is a disciple of Shaobai Sect, consumed by obsession. He is her fellow disciple, a senior brother forever beyond her reach. Beside the spider lilies, memories of a past life become a broken red thread, leading them both toward calamity.
A grain of sand holds a world; a flower, a heavenly realm. In your hand lies endless splendor; a moment contains eternal tribulation. Humans and gods walk different paths. How can they ever be reconciled?
The mortal world is bustling, the white clouds cold. If love between two people is to last, why should it matter whether they're together morning and night?
He said, "What is the mortal world? What is love? Nothing but phantom blossoms, empty illusions."
Though they are each other's ruin, neither is willing to let go. Their longing runs too deep, their obsession too strong. Everything she does is for one reason: she loves him. But... "He still doesn't love me."
Notes:
The author is lazy, so updates come every other day.
The ending is happy, but the journey is heartbreaking.
This story isn't long, at most 300,000 characters, though a sudden burst of inspiration from the author isn't out of the question. (ー_ー)!!
The worldbuilding and the female lead's identity are major mysteries.
