The Ancient Nine-Lin Tragedy

In that life, she was found at the foot of Beihao Mountain, with no name, no family, and no one to rely on.

They met beneath the moon that night,

her red robes blazing like fire, his white robes pure as snow.

From then on, that flash of red became the cinnabar mark in his heart.

"If you don't mind, would you take my family name?"

"From now on, you are one of the Ye family."

When her sealed memories were unlocked, she regained her identity. A divide between gods and demons now lay between them, and there could never be anything more.

She said he was the only light in her dark life. Forgetting him would be too hard, but remembering him was too painful.

"If you knew you could never accept anyone's tenderness, why give me hope?"

He said he was the only person in the world who understood her. That was why he could watch her go to her death without intervening: he understood the responsibility she bore.

"If we were both mortals, could we be together? Even if it were only for a few short decades, that would be enough."

I send this silver bell to carry my longing, and gaze at the moon as I think of my beloved.

When the meadowsweet blooms again, an old friend will return.

As long as she can come back, I'll wait, no matter how long it takes.