People say:
The Host of the Dragon Sword is doomed to lose his loved ones and die young.
A white feather that takes human form will surely incur Heaven's wrath.
Yet four winters ago, in the bitter cold, they saved each other in the snow, then lived in seclusion in a bamboo garden, relying on each other for three years.
The boy knew nothing of fate's cruel tricks. She was a white feather of the White Flood Dragon, transformed into a human, while he carried the bloodline of a dragon slayer.
All he knew was how the mountain hydrangeas swayed. At dawn, she would absentmindedly leaf through old diaries; late at night, she would drink alone to drown her sorrows.
"The sea of suffering has no end. Turn back, and you will find the shore."
The temple keeper's sigh had barely faded when, thousands of miles apart amid wind and snow, they said in unison: "I won't."
Unable to tell whether ten years of fixation were love, family affection, or hatred, Liu Qing knew only that if Year Seven did not return, he would wait until his bones were covered in moss.
He drew lots at the temple a thousand times, asking only for this:
"May you be safe, and may we grow old together."
Reader's Guide:
1. Free-spirited, unrestrained woman transformed from a white feather x taciturn, solitary Host of a demonic sword
2. Ensemble cast, male lead's coming-of-age story, with every character in both the protagonist and antagonist groups meeting a tragic end
Theme: Never give up
