Drunk Through Many Lifetimes in the Mortal World

He gazed at her, warm and gentle, yet with a faint smile he severed her ties to love. He held her close, his gaze cold, yet amid swirling snow and frost he shielded her from every chill. He severed her ties to love, never knowing that his own heart had long since fallen for her. His heart had long since fallen for her, never knowing that she had already cast off all seven emotions. Looking at the ruin strewn across the ground, she gazed on with calm, beautiful eyes. “I want no one.” Is it fate or a calamity, a trial or a gift? Through time and space, how many times can one lose oneself in the mortal world? Other completed stories by Xing: ; ; ; The second part of Like the Wind: ; New story, come check it out: ; “Why Not Sing and Whistle as You Stroll Along” Atop Cangwu Mountain, ice and snow stretch for thousands of miles, never melting throughout the year. A young man in white stood on the summit, waiting through the entire night. When the first light of dawn appeared, he lowered his eyes, a mournful curve at the corner of his mouth. Unable to wait for what he wanted, he could only choose what he had to shoulder. After a long while, he smiled calmly and turned away, resolute. “Pay no heed to the rain beating through the trees. Why not sing and whistle as you stroll along?” As a man, he was undoubtedly successful: his power towered over the court, and he laughed as he held the world in his hands. Only, he was never truly a man. Beneath layer upon layer of blue robes, whose slender, delicate hand could he hold tight as they watched the flowers bloom and fade? One-line summary: A woman disguised as a man, whose grace conquers the world Theme: