Green hills fade into the distance, waters wind far away. Autumn ends, yet the grasses south of the Yangtze have not withered.
On the Twenty-Four Bridges, beneath the moonlit night, where does the jade beauty teach someone to play the flute?
On Yunling Mountain, a young man gently plays a bamboo flute, while his beloved gazes down from the edge of the cliff.
“So I was this handsome in my previous life, too,” she said with a faint smile, brushing her face. The young man seemed not to hear her. The flute’s melody drifted slowly, slowly into her ears. In this life, they were already separated. Even if you were as handsome as she was...
One fallen flute, one moonlit xiao. In the martial world, everyone is bound to take a blade.
This story is fairly lighthearted, with a scheming male lead and an affectionate heroine (a certain pig says cheerfully, “Did you even need to say that?”). If you happen to read a few chapters, the ink’s lingering fragrance will stay with you.
I like this plot very much, keep writing it! I have collected it!
Sofa Very well written, keep it up