The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side.
In the Forgotten River, he rode a solitary boat, half of his soul pure and half of his body stained with blood from the world of mortals. She was covered in water vapor and came wading into the water with an ancient sword.
She came to him through numerous old dreams and across the distance of time and space.
He once thought that there was just time between them. I never imagined that she would be so far away in the long river of time.
What separates them is the yin and yang of life and death.