[My Journey to You] [Gong Yuanzhi] Winter Sweet

A poor official has no clothes to ward off the cold,

Yet wild vines bear winter honeysuckle flowers.

Standing alone against the wind at the edge of the vast world,

The threat of snow fills the sky, while ten thousand crows cry out.

-- Qing Dynasty, Jiang Shi, “Reaching Gushan at Dusk”

Winter honeysuckle, also known as honeysuckle, symbolizes devoted, sincere, and eternal love.

Her name is Rendong. She is a child who crawled out of despair, through a sea of volcanic blood.

Her life was never hers to choose, nor was what she could do with it. But surely she should at least be allowed to choose whom to love, and how.

Give Yuanzhi a little sister, too. The Gongmen Clan should prosper, not end up like this.

I originally posted on a certain site. Strangely, nobody reads my BG stories, so I'm giving this place a try.

Theme: What is love, what is hate, and what is regret?