The Chronicles of Floating Xi

She called him Master and revered him as her father, while he loved her as he always had, from beginning to end.

The first time, he personally draped a bridal gown over her shoulders and watched her depart for the mortal world he loathed, for the imperial capital...

The second time, he personally painted her willow-leaf brows and watched her depart for the infernal realm he hated with all his heart, for the underworld...

The third time, he could no longer see her. This time, she came from the mortal world, came from the underworld, and arrived at his side.

For the rest of his life, that red robe was like blood...

Years later, Zhu You stared blankly at the stone statue of Xiangliu at the manor. In the year etched in his memory, his junior sister wore red like blood, while his Master drifted by in white...