Together in the Clear Light

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Legend has it that Cangnan Ancient City is where the wind rises. It carries dandelion seeds, bringing freedom and an everlasting romance.

More than ten years later, Wen Nai ran into Song Qing again at Fengya Ji, but pretended not to know her.

She loved saying “Qingqing,” making it sound like a lover's tender whisper.

Though she was the one with ulterior motives, she took the initiative on a whim. “Miss Song, are you trying to hit on me?”

Song Qing was so shocked she nearly fled.

Over the next three days, Song Qing abused her position to finish work early and linger at the Fuzhou Inn, using herself as bait to make the woman keep sneaking glances at her.

She was clearly a fierce hunting dog, yet insisted on donning a sheep's clothing and pretending to be docile.

Song Qing knew how to make the most of her assets. Every angle, every look was a trap tailored for that woman. At night, she hid under the covers, thinking she had been far too flirtatious during the day, and blushing with embarrassment.

The next morning, Song Qing chose a cool, woody fragrance. Leaning against the half-open door, she held a cigarette between the fingers of the hand behind her back. The faint haze accentuated her handsome features, and she saw the woman's eyes fill with admiration, just as she had hoped.

Wen Nai tugged at her sleeve, her eyes shining with moisture. “Shall we give it a try?”

Song Qing was overjoyed, but kept her feelings in check and said, “We're not right for each other.”

Wen Nai coaxed her in a soft voice. “Give it a try? Please? Hmm?”

Song Qing nodded reluctantly, but thought to herself: Thank goodness I got what I wanted. Otherwise, I really would have gone crazy.

After a one-night stand, they kept their secrets from each other, continued using their beauty to beguile one another, and let their relationship grow ever more tangled and impossible to sever.

Later, after weathering countless trials,

Song Qing was injured during a rescue mission, leaving a cut on her cheek. She sulked alone.

Then her ex-girlfriend came to confront her, demanding to know whether they could get back together.

Song Qing didn't want to keep making the same mistake, so she took the chance to lay bare her feelings.

Wen Nai heard everything and said, “You recognized me a long time ago.”

Song Qing answered weakly, “Mm.”

“When?”

“At Fengya Ji, when you called me Miss Song.”

From the age of fifteen to twenty-seven, she had never forgotten the scent of Wen Nai's perfume, called “The Lady Who Shares Her Name.”

I walk beside the clear light, my love blazing and burning hot.

Notes

1. Secret crush / reunion / happy ending

2. Pure, pure romance.

3. Loyal puppy x gentle older sister

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Up next: Snow Mountains of Jingning

[Cheng Jingning has always believed she would marry Qin Zhaoyan.]

The 39th Golden Melody Awards came to a successful close. Newcomer Cheng Jingning had pulled off an upset and won Female Singer of the Year. Yet at the most eagerly anticipated moment, she inexplicably failed to show up at the ceremony. The industry was in an uproar, and press releases accusing her of acting like a diva spread like wildfire.

Meanwhile, Cheng Jingning was lying in an ambulance, watching the livestream. Spitting blood, she remarked, “Tsk, this photo of me really makes me look young and beautiful.” Then she passed out from the pain.

When she woke up, the anesthetic still hadn't worn off. After dealing with the long-winded doctor, she immediately booked an online consultation at her family's traditional Chinese medicine clinic.

An avatar in the clinic's standard design lit up. The message was very polite: “Hello, what can I help you with?”

Cheng Jingning lowered her head and whined coquettishly, “Dr. Qin, it hurts so much.”

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Cheng Jingning had vanished from public view for two whole months because of her illness. Her fans were worried sick and bombarded her agency's Weibo account every day, until one day, someone spotted their idol obediently waiting in line among a crowd.

At a free consultation event hosted by the neighborhood community office, all the visitors were middle-aged and elderly men and women. Cheng Jingning, elegant and slender as a pine and crane, stood out among them.

She pulled down her mask and held out her palm. “Dr. Qin, my wrist is swollen.”

Qin Zhaoyan placed her fingertips against it and said bluntly, “Tenosynovitis.”

“Oh, then how... Ah!” Cheng Jingning's expression changed at once, her whole face scrunching up.

In just two seconds, Qin Zhaoyan pressed the swelling away, but didn't withdraw her hand. She hesitated, then said, “You... should take it easy in your personal life.”

Cheng Jingning's face burned, and she wanted the ground to swallow her up.

Someone's Weibo post one day: “Heh, this world really is absurd.”

The fans burst out laughing.

Theme: I walk beside the clear light, my love blazing and burning hot.