The song was clear and beautiful, the river's surface like a mirror.
The girl's plain robes remained unstained, her brows and eyes picturesque. Standing atop the rippling water, she danced gracefully, dancing out a landscape of mountains and rivers, as though she were about to vanish into this misty rain.
"...
In a dream, beneath the moon by the tower above,
There stood you, your features unchanged.
Brushing the snowflakes from your clothes,
Shoulder to shoulder, we watched the vastness of heaven and earth..."
The river stretched to meet the sky, green mountains painted a picture. It should have been the finest season. Those aboard the boat sang softly and danced, telling the most beautiful of stories.
When the song came to an end, the girl's voice gradually faded, and the music quietly vanished as well. Only the murmuring sound of the river lingered on.
Her sleeves spread wide, her skirt fanned out, like a white lotus in bloom.
Perhaps the dance had tired her somewhat; a faint flush colored her face. Her beautiful eyes fell on Luo Chuan, seeming somewhat dazed, as though she had recalled something from a long, long time ago.
"Why did you suddenly want to sing this song?" Luo Chuan poured Yao Ziyan a cup of tea.
The song was actually about a somewhat tragic and beautiful tale. The old kingdom was gone, beauty had met an untimely fate, and the king of old could only meet the one he missed in his dreams.
It had nothing to do with him and Yao Ziyan, really.
Yao Ziyan accepted it and took a light sip. She was indeed a little thirsty. "Because it was the first song you taught me."
As she spoke, she laughed herself.
"At the time, I thought you already had someone in