Even when spring arrives, you remain the same, blooming a few modest, spotless flowers to herald the season's coming.
Having endured the summer rain, you still do not, like other flowers, invite bees and butterflies or court admiring glances. When autumn frost arrives unannounced, with all other flowers withering and every shade of green fading, you alone continue to offer your greenness to the world. When the cold winter descends, all grasses turn withered and all tree branches grow rigid. Such is often the way of human affairs: things that feel agonizing to mention at the time become, after years have passed, nothing more than a memory.
The ways of the world are ever-changing, human affairs are absurd, and in an instant, tears stream down...
Muyin was resting on the couch when the door of Liuli Pavilion opened silently. The newcomer was clearly visiting Liuli Pavilion for the first time, looking around curiously with a gaze full of wonder. Aware that someone had entered, Muyin made no sound and continued to keep her eyes closed in feigned slumber.
Never before had anyone dared to trespass in Liuli Pavilion. Leaving aside the heavily guarded Demon Realm, given Muyin's naturally cold disposition, who would willingly court humiliation by barging in?
The man finally caught sight of the woman in white lying on the couch, a faint smile crossing his face as he walked over. Yet before he could touch her, a cold blade was already pressed against his throat. Muyin opened her eyes,…
Chapter 72