[The Strange Tales of the Demon Capital] Tang Si

“It’ll be another ten years before either of us can subdue the other,” Seimei said.

She smiled gracefully, bowed slightly, and returned his shadow to him. Then she turned and stepped into the cherry trees. In an instant, the blossoms on every branch were as white as snow, like the woman’s skin. The wind stirred the falling petals like her hair, while a delicate fragrance lingered in the air, as though her wistful gaze still followed him closely.

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