The weary figures of the crowd gradually faded into the distance, and their laughter, chatter, and teasing grew increasingly indistinct.
Yi Feng realized that his vision had blurred slightly as well, his eyes growing damp.
He raised his cup and drank his tea, swallowing the surging bitterness as he slowly drew his thoughts back to the present.
Atop this sheer cliff, beside these grim white bones, two or three white flowers were in bloom.
They were exactly the same as the flowers the girl in his memories had worn in her hair.
They were tenacious and pure, yet somehow lonely and desolate.
Yi Feng casually plucked one and held it beneath his nose.
He seemed to catch the fragrance of the flower the girl had held back then.
That faint, tranquil scent struck him like an electric shock, leaving him briefly lost in thought.
"Ah."
Yi Feng instinctively took out a jug of wine. He drank by himself and murmured to himself.
It was as though the stark skeleton beside him still possessed life, as though that sweet and lovely girl were sitting at his side.
Just as before, she seemed to be listening intently to his words.
At that moment, the wind stilled and the clouds ceased drifting. Time itself seemed to stop flowing, as though it had returned to the past.
"The sand by the shore is as soft as a cashmere blanket. The seawater there is so clear you can see straight to the bottom, and the sea is calm as a mirror."
"Not only that, the people living on the island all come from a Lineage with quite a heritage. They told me many stories, much history."
"That island has wonderful culture and scenery, and its delicacies are second to none—though there are also some rather