Flower snow over a thousand mountains, tears from a hundred thousand lovely faces.
In an instant, she understood: perhaps she could no longer hold on to this serenity, no longer summon this indifference, no longer unravel these feelings.
"I was born in Changping, Yuezhou... I ask only that my benefactor take pity on my frailty and give me shelter. I would gladly serve as your slave or maid, to repay even a little of your boundless kindness!"
"By the way, Xueyi, do you remember something you once said?"
"What was it?"
"That you would serve as my slave or maid and obey me in everything?"
"Yes, of course I said that."
"Then did you endure these past few days of suffering just to wait for my return, so I wouldn't be put in an awkward position?"
"Yes..."
"Good. Then listen carefully, Miss Kou."
"You heard me clearly just now. I already told that shameless scoundrel that you learned that spell of yours, Wisteria Binding, from me."
"I hope you'll keep helping me shore up that lie, Miss Kou, so I won't be put in an awkward position!"
"Just now, I heard the hall master recite: one wisp of Plum Blossom's soul, blood from a hundred thousand lovely faces... Yet I would answer: if mountain flowers could fill my hair, ask not where I return..."
"Being with you, Hall Master, makes me happy. Even if I gain nothing at all..."
"Xueyi, why put yourself through this? I told you long ago that you aren't my servant! But... I've told you who knows how many times, and you simply won't listen!"
One wisp of a plum blossom's soul, willing to become ten thousand undying attachments, just to call out once more: Hall Master.
Plum-Weeping Song
Faint