Dancing on the Lotus Across Three Lifetimes (Complete Edition)

That young priest was a proud, tearful crybaby, full of youthful swagger and wielding the power of life and death over the Hui Lou, yet childish enough to get into a fight with a flowerpot. That young swordswoman was quick on her feet, her expression weary, and burdened with a lifetime of blood-soaked vengeance, yet he often threw her off balance. That year, Chang’an was buried beneath heavy snow. Her enemy was getting married, and he dragged her along to pose as the bride, causing utter chaos. They set fire to the wedding feast and ended up fleeing in a sorry state, chased by a big dog... That night, fireworks filled the sky as snow fell. He led her through the crowd, stealing glances at her now and then. For all his aloofness, his eyes betrayed the shyness and excitement of a boy in love for the first time. That same year, he quietly asked her, “If snow falls all over our heads, does that mean we’ll grow old together?” The girl in blue danced over the lotus leaves, her body fluttering like a butterfly. Her fierce sword aura sent thorny red petals flying through the air, scattering like a storm of crimson snow. She held out a handful of fallen plum blossoms to him, gazing at him tipsily as she smiled. “Lian Jiang, I’m giving you a handful of red plum blossoms in the snow.” You gave me a handful of red plum blossoms in the snow. I give you a heart devoted to you, without regret!