Though the depths of the Dark North cannot be measured by the Big Dipper,
who would believe that longing is the gentlest thing of all?
When golden wind and jade dew meet,
their encounter outshines countless moments in the mortal world.
Tender as flowing water, a beautiful night like a dream,
in the end, they died for love at the River of Forgetfulness.
A gentleman without equal in the world, as lovely as jade on a country lane.
They could not be born in the same lifetime, but they wished to be buried together.
Linglong's words record the past; this love is carved into the bones, yet you do not know.
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, and fulfilled her oath. What more must she do?
Could it be that all thirty-six hexagrams say they are fated to be apart?
She and he: Their love was freely chosen, and they regret nothing, even after all has passed.
This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. The system of the immortal world is invented for this story. Please do not compare it with religious systems.
Message: What is love?
