Shattered Dreams and Flowing Pearls: The Sorrow of Immortal Love

"Second Senior Sister, you're wearing a skirt today. Do a handstand?"

"Little Fifth, I think a bird like you would look far more carefree flying naked."

He blinked. "Second Senior Sister, now you're making me sound a little conceited!"

"Your eyes are already small. Blink again and they'll look even more like the new moon on the first day of the month!"

If the thousands of unrestrained years on Mount Qianyuan were a leisurely dream...

When the white moonlight shines through the window, he arrives with the fragrance of bamboo about him and asks if she remembers their chance encounter long ago.

Back then, he was a treasure kept under lock and key.

After everything falls to pieces, can she guide him to the far shore of nirvana, beyond birth and death, and let the love hidden in their hearts spread like the fragrance of lotus blossoms?

Can what was once abandoned bloom into a flower in the leaves of time?