Holding Sleeves

He is the ruler of Linyuan, and she has become the young leader of the Priest Clan. Can those who walk opposing paths ever find their way to the same end? And after it is all over, how many mysteries from the past will remain unsolved? She looks at the person before her and instinctively wants to keep her distance, yet falls for him step by step. The Ji Rui flower blooms again in Liuchuan. This time, he lingers in the tender breeze as sealed memories come flooding back. He murmurs a name he has never spoken before, one syllable at a time. Looking around, he sees a hollow in the flower bed nearby. She lies there motionless, gazing into the distance in thought. That figure overlaps with the silhouette in her memories. Instinctively, she wants to flee, and she rides Mingyin away in a panic. Behind her, he calls in a cool voice, "Liuye." It is only the second time he has spoken that name, yet he says it with the ease of someone who has said it countless times. She turns back in confusion, her robes billowing and her hair flying in the wind. "I am Luoyan." He smiles brightly. It doesn't matter, as long as she is still herself.

Theme: Well, as long as they're happy.