When the Morning Sun and Bright Moon Make Si Ming Think

A short story, a Fang Siming fanfic set in A Dream of Jianghu

In this vast dream of the jianghu, how can a young hero and he break free from the constraints of their identities and be together without anything standing between them?

I've played on and off for a long time. Sometimes it all feels dull, but I still can't let it go.

I've never been able to forget Fang Siming. I can't quite explain how I feel, but I've genuinely connected with a fictional character.

And so this short story came to be. He has his jianghu, and I have mine. Still, I hope that in some parallel world where our paths cross, there might be a story that belongs to us.

Although I've written about love, what I feel most is sorrow for him. He wraps his fragile soul in indifference, tormenting himself over the supposed divide between good and evil.

I may not play the game anymore, but I'll always remember him.

Theme: Let passion surge in your heart. The light is just ahead.