Suddenly, the zither rang out in a dazzling melody, a stirring song of the Phoenix Seeking Its Mate!
A glimmer appeared in her eyes. Before her stood a man gazing at her with deep affection, yet his love was as bitter as goldthread root, filling her heart with pain. It was already too late. Her heart had already fallen. Tormented by longing, she drifted like a boat caught in a storm. Should she go forward or turn back? Which way should she go?
"The Phoenix seeks its beloved on the far shore. I will never regret this life! Liang, let's leave. Leave this battlefield of sand, this bitter world, this roiling mortal realm. Will you?"
The last two words were softer than an insect's whisper.
It was this era's fault that we could not choose our own lives. In this life, I will never let go again.
