A full ten years had passed since Lin Huaixue last left Chunyang. The joy and unwillingness due to that person slowly settled on the sword discussion stage where snow fell all year round. I thought I would just cultivate my own way and forget my own feelings, but who knows...
Lin Huaixue: I cultivate my way, and you save your people. Isn't it nice to live in separate corners of the world?
Gu Yunjue: I don't!
Gu Yunjue
(Recently I like the song "The Wind Moves" very much. This is the main reason why I wanted to write this story.)
