In the five hundredth year after Baili An arrived in Fengdu, he met His Tenth Highness, Jiang Weiyan, for the first time.
After nightfall, the air at the head of the Naihe Bridge was always bitterly cold. The flowers on the other shore bloomed scarlet as blood, and mist swirled over the bridge. At its far end stood Baili An.
He held a guiding lantern. Its flame flickered, not bright enough to dazzle, and seemed to cast a layer of pale gold mist around him.
After midnight, Baili An saw someone appear on the bridge. The sky was dark, and with the thin mist between them, he could barely make out the figure.
He watched the person walk toward him, one step at a time. A crowd of departed souls followed behind, but it seemed that person had eyes for no one else.
It felt as if something had suddenly pierced his heart, and he stood there, momentarily dazed.
So when Jiang Weiyan was already standing in front of him, he was still rooted to the spot.
Below the bridge, the waters of the River of Forgetfulness murmured softly. The soul-guiding lanterns along the road were dimmer than before, blurring the features of everyone they lit.
Jiang Weiyan suddenly felt that he must have met the person before.
Bold, devoted gong x aloof, proud shou
Jiang Weiyan (gong), Baili An (shou)
Theme: Life and death in this world are all governed by cause and effect
