Not to mention Seventh Sister being unable to handle it.
Even the Thousand-Spirit Saintess on the boat wore an especially strange expression.
This was an ancient Daxia-style melody.
Its name was "Yesterday's Fragrance."
"Yesterday's Fragrance" told a sorrowful love story.
A scholar taught a young master to read at a wealthy household, drawing the young lady's attention.
Separated by the manor's little river, they wrote upon handkerchiefs to convey their feelings and secretly pledged themselves to each other for life.
When the young lady's father discovered them, he gouged out the scholar's eyes and threw him into the river.
Heartbroken beyond measure, the young lady leaped into the river to die for love.
Even in death, her soul still sought her beloved.
Yet the river possessed countless hidden channels and boundless space, while its rushing currents coiled and turned. In that lightless world, nothing could be seen. They could only catch the scent once familiar to them. One passed a bend just as the other departed; the one who left returned to the same place, only to find that their beloved had vanished again. So it went, day after day, year after year, without end...
That line—"I touched the icy chill of Naihe Bridge, only to find it was your lingering fragrance from yesterday. I drank the waters of the Yellow Springs from your lips—does that count as having my wish fulfilled?"—had moved countless people.
The moment this melody, beautiful beyond compare and twisting through countless turns straight into one's heart, entered the Thousand-Spirit Saintess's ears that day, it was as though her ears had become pregnant. She could never tear herself away from it, looping the single track without sleep or rest for an entire day and night.
Today, hearing it played for the first time in this world,