Her friend prayed to the heavens to let her transmigrate, but the prayer caused her soul to leave her body.
She ran into a bumbling male version of the Fairy Jing Huan, and her transmigration landed her in the wrong time once again...
At the wrong time, she met the right person...
She followed her heart and gave her love.
For love, she pretended to be innocent, drawing him in step by step and tempting him little by little...
He knew exactly what she was after. She thought she was scheming carefully, yet he still couldn't control himself. He doted on her, cherished her, and indulged her...
But when she bravely poured out all the love she held in her heart, he was shaken and moved...
He was torn between the survival of his people and her love...
Hesitation, torment, struggle...
She donned her wedding dress and became the most envied and honored bride in the land...
But who could know that, deep in her heart, all that flowed there was
The song of her lover's devotion...
Because I love you, I kiss your face
Because I can't get enough of you, I kiss your eyes
Because you are clever, I kiss your lips
Please think of me, as I kiss your brow... kiss you, kiss you
I kiss you with all my boundless love
Part One: The Mortal World
Before the Flying Swallow Hall, painted beams and carved rafters. Incense fills the burner,
Silks and gauze, rouge-red with intoxication, jade pendants and clustered pearls, cool as crystal.
When the lofty towers fall and grand mansions collapse, all that worldly splendor is no more than a chance meeting, a passing cloud, a fleeting dream...
Just as they say: let her be as beautiful as a flower, let him bask in wealth and splendor,
Let him turn the clouds and summon the rain, yet none of it can compare to that handful of earth,
That day, that grave...
Part Two: Splendor
