The World in My Hands

Beneath the green willows, he met someone and thought he understood what his future would hold. Six years of fighting on the frontier passed like a dream. There, a winding trail of crimson stretched out before him, blood scattered in the wake of clashing hooves, its bewitching beauty leading him astray. The unyielding are easily broken; deep love does not last. He had tasted all eight sufferings of life, yet still could not understand: what in this world lasts forever, and what is worth taking seriously? I have chapters in reserve, so starting July 24, I'll update every other day, between 8 and 9 p.m. Once the backlog is gone, updates will become irregular... Dear readers, this is a work of fiction set in an imaginary world, with no basis in history. But since the author is terrible at naming things, I've borrowed plenty of existing names and resources, such as subtitles and place names = =|| Please forgive any inconsistencies... P.S. For the story's overall tone, please refer to the one-line summary. That's it (╯▽╰)