Growing Old Together with You

She crossed a thousand years, bearing the vengeance of her mother’s murder. Was it a coincidence, or fate?

He waited without regret, seeking to conquer the realm for one person. Was it revenge, or unwillingness to let go?

A dragon among the clouds, a moon in the water, an immortal banished from the heavens in a painting, a ghostly flower from the netherworld.

Among the worldly young masters who can turn the tides, who will stay by her side?

When she inherits a power passed down for a thousand years, whose realm will her jade fingers point to with a wave?

Their meeting is not the end of fate, but the beginning of an entanglement.

When the dust settles, their dreams amount to empty words. With a radiant smile, she offers up the realm.

Yet as she looks back, she smiles and says, “My husband, I’m willing to spend my life with you. Are you willing to turn back?”

The Waves Scour the Sands: Together Until Our Hair Turns White

The old red silk of battle armor, the heroes gathered together. We ride on horseback, singing to the heavens; our treasured swords drink blood, striking fear into ghosts. We fight to the death.

With the realm in our hands, we break our swords and sink our boats. In this life and the next, we’ll never part. We watch the world roll on, smiling as we grow old together.