Under the dim moonlight, the man's figure seemed to be stained with white frost, blurred and hazy, like a beautiful picture reflected in the lake, so illusory and ethereal, lacking a sense of reality.
Yu Ya called softly, "Qiong Yu?"
He turned around slowly, dressed in white clothes like snow, and his loose black hair was slightly raised, brushing the side of his tender face. Yu Ya had never seen him look so affectionate and calm before, and she couldn't recover for a while.
Qiong Yu stepped closer, his affectionate eyes seeming to melt her. But when the two of them were only one step away, a trace of doubt appeared on his face that was half filled with moonlight.
"Are you... Lingyue?"
In the misty illusion, he mistakenly thought she was Qu Lingyue; in the battle of life and death, he had no choice but to seriously injure her; outside Lingxue Pavilion, Yu Ya was despairing, but he remained indifferent.
Master said that marriage is predestined, and you will never get it if you ask for it. Yu Ya originally thought that she had nothing else to seek but a stable life. But things in the world are unpredictable and everyone has their own destiny, so how could she escape?
Intention: Who should I live for in this life, for myself or for him?