Another winter, day after day, year after year, where the white snow makes it hard to meet, leaving only this lifetime of lingering affection.
She only hopes that when she turns back with a smile, how one can lament a devastatingly beautiful face, as two or three years pass by in a flash.
Sighing at Helan Bridge, with no return in sight, lovesickness has already become an illness; do not ask for the date of return when the ends of the earth are so far away.
Waiting for autumn to come, waiting for autumn to leave, waiting until the fallen flowers cover the ground, draining away all courage.
Waiting for the wind to rise, waiting for the rain to cease, a single tune of longing with a single glance back, half a lifetime of wind and snow, half a lifetime of parting...
Muyin lazily lowered the teacup in her hand, resting her chin on her palm as she stared blankly at the curtain of rain outside the window. Alin had not yet returned, and she felt a vague sense of worry. Although she believed that with Mo Ranchen there, he would surely take good care of Alin—even if he could not ensure she emerged completely unscathed, at least her life would be safe.
Yet that was Fengdu City—the Ghost Gate Pass; it was certainly not a place easily breached!
As the saying goes: "It is easy to meet the King of Hell, but hard to deal with his little ghosts"—and this is not without reason. Once you are actually entangled by them, you will know just how formidable they can be!
For now, she could only hop…
Chapter 86