Like morning dew gone, like spring blossoms withered.
The regrets of life were no different.
The little flower that bore the morning dew, and the morning dew that dwelled upon the little flower, were both gone.
Only then did Lüqiu Wenyue remember that Ye Qingyu was waiting for her.
"Make—"
Out of habit, she began to give an order, but after uttering only one word, she fell silent and rose herself.
The few short steps somehow felt exceedingly difficult.
What she walked through was her own guilt, remorse, and forgetfulness.
The courtyard where she had retired to live alone was not lavish, yet it had all five organs complete.
Just as the wise and the foolish, the wicked and the innocent, all had hearts of their own.
She took those few steps and arrived at the reception hall, where Bai Gexiao happened to spring abruptly to his feet as well.
Their gazes met, and both understood.
The Nine Palaces Heavenly Chime, the Immortal Palace's echo in The Present World, Zong Dezhen, head of the One Truth Sect...
The news was so earth-shaking, and people like Hong Junyan, Ji Yumin, and Jiang Mengxiong had made no attempt to conceal their charge beyond the heavens. As the headmaster of Green Cliff Academy, there was no reason for her not to know what had happened by now.
But how was she supposed to tell Ye Qingyu?
Lüqiu Wenyue looked beside Bai Gexiao, where a peerlessly beautiful young woman sat. Her simple High Heaven Pavilion cloud-patterned Daoist robes, though exquisitely embroidered, could not conceal the perfectly balanced grace of her figure. A distinct sorrow lingered between her brows and eyes, like mist adorning a landscape of mountains and rivers.
It was not as though she had never seen such beauty before. But at this