Though the northern dipper cannot measure the profound darkness,
How can one believe that longing is the gentlest thing?
When golden wind and jade dew meet just once,
It surpasses countless encounters in this world.
Tenderness flows like water, a beautiful night passes like a dream,
And in the end, love was sacrificed at the River of Forgetfulness.
A gentleman unmatched in this world, a beauty like jade on the road.
May we not be born in the same lifetime, but let us return to the same earth.
Linglong's brush records the past; this bone-deep longing is unknown to you.
She destroyed her true body, leapt into the River of Forgetfulness,
Entered the Soul-Refining Furnace, gave up her heart's blood,
Severed her soul, shattered her bones, fulfilled her oath. What more must she do?
Could it be that all thirty-six hexagrams say they are fated not to be?
She and he: their love was freely chosen, and they regret nothing after it has passed.
This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. The celestial world system was created for this story; please do not compare it with religious systems.
Theme: What does it mean to truly love someone?
The ending is happy, not tragic. I hope you all like it.
Is this the follow-up to Tieba?