Chapter 46

Of all things in this world, romance is the hardest to define and explain. A momentary palpitation, a lifelong yearning—once true feelings are stirred, they endure and are difficult to erase. Therefore, many kinds of love exist in this world, giving rise to many stories. The single word "love" invites blame at every turn, cutting deep to the bone! The purple-haired brush, fully saturated with ink, hovered over the pristine white xuan paper, yet lingered, reluctant to touch the page. The hand holding the brush was fair and slender, clearly belonging to a young lady of wealth who had never lifted a finger in her life, and her mind was already swirling with a thousand thoughts before the first stroke was even made. Mo Ranchen suddenly remembered that every year-end, Alin would write a letter addressed to the New Year, and also to every old friend and new companion walking alongside her. As Ayuan's figure vanished into the horizon, the woman in blue would always let out a soft sigh, then lean into his arms, gazing silently into his eyes... Liner, where on earth are you? Heaven and earth are vast; where should I go to look for you? You promised me you would forever pursue freedom, following the footsteps of the wind... You promised me you would never leave me... You promised... A perfect love is meeting the right person at the right time. Such a feeling is naturally enviable, but more often than not, love finds the right person at the wrong time: I was not yet born when you live…