I Send My Sorrowful Heart to the Bright Moon

To ordinary eyes, Yichuan Lake's waters were tranquil. But beneath Lin Su's Thousand Degrees Pupil, Lin Su naturally saw far more—for instance, Yu Ji frolicking joyfully beneath the emerald waves.

Ren Taiyan turned his gaze toward Yichuan Lake, overcome with boundless emotion for a time. "She once said that she had two hometowns in this life. The Western Sea was one, and Yichuan Lake was the other. Her heart could wander upon Yichuan Lake, but her roots still lay in the Western Sea! Today I leave you behind, and who knows in what year we shall meet again? I offer this poem to see off an old friend... The autumn wind and cold rain by Mount Yandang, a cloak of withered grass, half my body asleep. The barren wilds of old have become painted towers; where does the spring tide not pass through the years?"

He had once been like withered grass beneath Mount Yandang, half dead amid bleak winds and cold rain.

Lin Su had worked a miracle, and heaven and earth had returned.

This poem was his greatest realization at this moment.

Lin Su smiled softly. "I'll match you with one..."

Just as he opened his mouth to recite it, Cui Ying suddenly popped out from behind him. "Husband, here!"

She handed him a sheet of golden paper.

Lin Su burst out laughing. "You were afraid that if I casually recited something, losing the manuscript would be a tremendous loss? How did you know my farewell poem today would be exceptional?"

Ren Taiyan also laughed. "Has any poem of Yours Highness ever failed to produce radiance?"

That was true!

Since Lin Su had emerged onto the scene, he had never written a poem that did not produce radiance!

He raised the Precious Brush and wrote upon the golden