A Thousand Fragrant Waves

He never regretted meeting her.

At the Four Nations Conference that year, she met two people.

One had been sneaking around and following her, and still denied it after she caught him. The other was someone she hadn't seen in many years.

That night, the imperial palace was drenched in blood. The acrid stench of it drifted in from outside the door.

To solve this mystery and stay alive, she had to leave this place.

The countless lights of Qiu Kingdom were etched into her mind. She set free a prayer lantern carrying the wishes of countless people, along with a wish of her own.

The heavy snow falling over the mountains outside Qiuyue City would let her and him “grow old together.”

She searched across countless mountains and rivers, yet only this place could put her at ease.

A passage to savor:

Dusk deepened as the western mountains slowly swallowed the setting sun. A dark teal figure gradually disappeared into the twilight, vanishing without anyone noticing and leaving behind a bedchamber cold through the night.

The little courtyard gradually brightened in the dusk. Xia Qianxun raised a hand to shield her eyes as her awareness returned.

A figure in blue carried a candle, carefully lighting each flame.

“Ah Qi?”

Xia Qianxun couldn't see clearly and called out without thinking. The person continued lighting the lamps as if they hadn't heard.

She rubbed her eyes and looked closely at the figure again, but she still couldn't make it out.