A Spring Breeze Through Peach and Plum Blossoms

1.

Cui Zhaoyu is a cup of strong liquor, while Shen Du is a candle in the dark.

As a poem once said, "A cup of wine in the spring breeze among peach and plum blossoms, a lamp through ten years of rain on the rivers and lakes."

For Cui Zhaoyu, the forging of that cup of wine was painfully profound. But whatever happened, after weathering countless trials, she became a sword immortal.

As for Shen Du, he would wait not only ten years, but a hundred, a thousand, even ten thousand.

His heart would never change.

2. Cui Zhaoyu had no choice. Yet in that moment, she could finally understand how Shen Du had felt all those years ago.

She could understand just how helpless he had been.

A tear fell from her eye, and he smiled and danced lightly.

"Shen Buqi, I don't want you to die!"

"I lost."

"Isn't it enough that I lost?"

"Can't you just stay alive?"

At that moment, tears streamed down Cui Zhaoyu's face.

She had once vowed to make Shen Du beg for mercy in tears. She had never imagined that now she herself would willingly weep before him, begging him not to die.

If Shen Du could live, she could lose completely.

But Shen Du couldn't bear to let her lose, and he couldn't bear to see her cry.

Shen Du raised a hand to touch Cui Zhaoyu's cheek, wiping away her tears with his thumb. His pale lips curved into a faint smile. "A-Zhao, don't cry."

"You're almost... through the worst of it."

A pale yellow light flickered in Shen Du's chest, stabbing at Cui Zhaoyu's heart.

A lustrous yellow crystal appeared, bringing with it autumn after autumn. Luan blossoms and osmanthus flowers drifted through the air, and green leaves turned yellow and fell.

He was about to disappear into autumn.

"Shen Buqi."

"If you... aren't here anymore..."

"A-Zhao."

"You'll really have no family left."

Tears had already flooded Cui Zhaoyu's eyes, blurring the face of the person before her.

Her voice choked with sobs. The autumn wind howled, magnifying her bewilderment and sorrow.

"A-Zhao."

"You'll really be an orphan."

*Sharp-tongued but soft-hearted demon lord and a prince who overthinks everything

*He pursues her | Treasure hunt | Childish bickering | A bond that ties them together

*Weibo: @He Shisanyuexy

The idea was finalized on 2024.11.15

----Below is the blurb for the upcoming novel, Pure Mastery----

From a sacrificial cauldron anyone could discard at will to a mighty immortal who commands the great clans & a little princess of extraordinary talent and supreme lineage, a devoted cultivator with an affectionate heart and no attachments, a master alchemist

Gentle and refined & spoiled and willful

She is the youngest and most gifted junior sister, the last disciple personally accepted by the sect master of Daoran Immortal Sect. Born into the imperial family, she is of the highest station, and is destined to refine pills with her own body for the current emperor. She is also exceptionally skilled at training sacrificial cauldrons.

He comes from the Hehuan Sect, yet carries himself with restraint and bears no trace of frivolity. Many say that people from their sect are experts at playing with others' feelings, but he has never done so.

When a supreme sacrificial cauldron meets an alchemist of supreme talent, their story unfolds in an instant, like thunder meeting fire.

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"We have no say in the least about where we come from, but you and I can change a thing or two about our lives.

No one is born wanting to be a sacrificial cauldron, and no one is born wanting to settle for one."

Theme: Even in adversity, keep your heart full of passion and join hands to reach a brighter future.