Published: March 8, 2025
Chu Yang suddenly remembered that if his gentle water sword intent could be like the water in front of him, how would that be?
Water is clear and colorless, but after light refraction, it becomes colorful. If he could incorporate that into his gentle water sword intent, wouldn’t that dazzle his enemies?
But how could he make his sword possess such characteristics?
Chu Yang frowned, staring deeply at the lake of autumn water in front of him, lost in profound contemplation.
As this thought arose, he immediately felt that it was an opportunity, a moment of enlightenment. He must seize the moment and clarify this thought to solidify it.
Otherwise, if he encountered some incidents, this sudden inspiration might vanish without a trace, and he might never think of it again for the rest of his life.
So he disregarded everything else and immersed himself in comprehension right there...
He sat quietly, motionless, as the water rippled gently, producing soft sounds that echoed in his ears. But for Chu Yang at this moment, it felt as far away as the horizon...
Behind him, hidden behind a large tree, a slender figure in black stood quietly, watching Chu Yang, her eyes filled with affection, completely entranced.
One was lost in comprehension, intoxicated, while the other was filled with tender emotions, her heart fluttering.
One sat, the other stood, both remaining still.
If someone were to see this scene, they would certainly feel a sudden tremor in their hearts from the warmth of this tenderness... but now, night had fallen, and there were very few passersby.
The two remained there quietly.
One was aware.
The other was unaware.
In Wu Qianqian's heart, a faint song seemed to echo, a tune of "This Life and the Next," making her unable to hold back her tears once again.
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Perhaps it was a debt from the last life? Letting me meet you in this life...
Perhaps in the last life, you cared for me too deeply, but I did not cherish you...
In this life, however, I met you again...
In this life, I have tasted the bitterness of your past experiences...
My gentle feelings, like water, are only for you...
But your heart is as hard as stone, indifferent...
I have countless expectations and hopes...
You hurry past, crossing rivers and mountains...
In my past life, I didn’t know longing. In this life, I compensate you...
But this bitterness of longing, this sorrow of missing you, makes me foolish, makes me mad, makes me crazy... just for you.
I do not know where your goodness lies, making me disregard this life...
I do not know where your feelings are, making me regret nothing in my heart...
After compensating in this life, can this feeling continue?
After compensating in this life, can this feeling be resumed?
If this feeling can be resumed, I would rather turn to ashes and dust...
In this life, I have tasted all the suffering, just to meet you in the next life...
To nestle beside you, to depend on you.
To never part in life, to never abandon in death.
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This piece was composed by Wu Qianqian alone in the butian pavilion after the war ended three days later, after Chu Yang had left.
With nothing to do, she secretly played a tune. The more she played, the more her heart ached, longing deeply.
She still remembered that once, Tie Butian had inadvertently heard her play, and such a strong, proud generation emperor had actually cried like a child...
The melancholy melody echoed in her heart, time and again.
Wu Qianqian stood there in a daze, the night dew was cold. Her black attire was damp, yet she did not notice. In her eyes and heart, there was only one person. She had given her heart and feelings entirely, yet that person was lost in thought, merely a few zhang away, unaware of her presence.
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Three days later, in the Iron Cloud Palace.
Tie Butian, dressed in a yellow robe, stood tall and majestic as he walked into his chamber, waving his hand, "You all may leave, I wish to rest."
"Yes." The palace maids bowed and exited one after another.