That cry echoed endlessly through the mountains, and the Flowers of the Other Shore covering the slopes shimmered with wisps of rosy light amid its sound, as though seeking to rival the brilliant sun above.
A gentle breeze came, stirring that inconceivable past and blowing it into Su Mo's heart.
Su Mo gazed dazedly at the little wooden hut below, a trace of disbelief showing in his eyes.
He was lost, at a loss, and dared not head toward the little building below, yet his feet began moving of their own accord.
Flowers of the Other Shore brushed past him, but his eyes held only that hut.
The soft breeze blew Su Mo's white hair loose, its silvery strands like the inescapable fate of the Nine Heavens...
The crying continued, seeming to carry threads of sorrow, yet also a heart full of anticipation.
Those ceaseless cries winding up around the rafters seemed like words telling someone of longing.
Su Mo reached the hut's door, but dared not push it open and enter.
Prince Ying also gazed at that wooden door, listening to the cries within, his eyes filled with tears.
At last, the wooden door opened from within, and Luo Yin smiled at the two of them.
"All right... go in and have a look."
Prince Ying hurried inside first, while Su Mo stood frozen outside, too fearful to move.
A moment later, Prince Ying's Princess Consort called weakly from inside, "Mo'er, come in."
At her words, Su Mo stepped helplessly through the wooden doorway, staring blankly and dazedly toward the head of the bed...
Prince Ying's Princess Consort sat propped against the headboard, holding a baby still streaked with traces of blood tightly in her arms. Prince Ying stared at the infant in her embrace, his expression gentle.
Su