Heng'e herself had not noticed that she had begun following Jiang Ming's daily routine and paying attention to everything he did. Most importantly, watching Jiang Ming had already become a habit.
Naturally, Jiang Ming knew Heng'e was watching him, so he had to put on a good show. He even painted a picture of rippling waters beneath a sky filled with clear frost-a landscape he and Heng'e had visited within the Mountains and Rivers State-Society Map.
Jiang Ming painted a portrait of Chang'e, the form Heng'e had taken, deliberately trying to make Heng'e jealous. He even inscribed a poem on it.
"Ten miles of tranquil lake, frost filling the sky; every strand of dark hair mourns the passing years.
Alone beneath the moon, forget me not; I envy only paired mandarin ducks, not immortals."
It had to be said that after Heng'e recited the poem word by word, she felt utterly intoxicated.
It was so beautiful.
She had never imagined that Hou Yi could be so talented.
A month into his longing for Heng'e.
That day, Jiang Ming made himself a dongxiao flute. Its lingering notes actually drew Merit down from heaven, for he had opened a new chapter in the works of creation by inventing a musical instrument. And he had even thrown in a piece of music.
With Jiang Ming around, the people of this world were truly blessed.
That evening in the Witch Race's Yi Tribe, the bright moon hung high, and the night was clear as a mirror, beautiful and quiet.
Jiang Ming stood alone beside a stream near his home, holding the Purple Bamboo Xiao Flute. Its tender, yearning notes rose and fell in plaintive sobs as he played Lone Star Soliloquy.
With a heart full of bitterness, to whom could he speak? With a