That day it was windy and cloudy, and the peach forest that had been quiet for three hundred years suddenly bloomed.
I stood at the end of the flowers, looking at the valley that had blossomed into a sea of flowers overnight. My breath almost turned into cold snow, and my mind was blank and desolate.
His figure was elegant and slender, the book in his hand was gently held by jade fingers, and he stood on the top of the valley, far away from me.
"Master Ye."
I called softly, perhaps because I was afraid that if I got any closer, he would disappear from my eyes and disappear into the void where he was three hundred years ago, without even a trace.
Thinking of this, my heart feels like a snake biting me, and my heart is piercing to the bone.
He turned around and looked back, his cool eyes were no different from before.
His white hair was as white as snow, blending into his almost crystal-clear skin, and his eyes were long and cold that I was familiar with.
I know that from now on, he will never remember me again.
Concept: Ancient Xianxia