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2266 pages, ebook
Published May 9, 2020


"...life is like a dream; how much joy can we ever hope to gain?"
"I have a cup of wine, enough to console the dust of my travels."
"clearly, people spend most of their time apart."
When wondrous scenery fills your vision you dream of far-off friends in vain; it is the most wistful sight, watching the flowers wither in rain; instead, why not cherish the person before your eyes?
Naturally there’ll be people there to protect you all through your life. There’s no need for you to stand before me.
If I failed to protect you, then I’d have failed in my duty. If that day ever comes, even if I’m not dead someone will come finish me off. But that’s no matter. Once I die, there’ll naturally be plenty of others who’d line up to stand in front of you to block blades and swallow swords for your sake...
Duan Ling runs towards him, and as Lang Junxia topples over, he falls into Duan Ling’s arms.
A gale begins to blow, and snow curls through the wind, obscuring everything for miles around.
In the midst of a blizzard, Duan Ling kneels on a boundless snowfield. Snowflakes flutter through the air. Lang Junxia lies in Duan Ling’s arms. He reaches up, shivering, struggling to run his fingers over Duan Ling’s cheek.
“Lang Junxia …” Duan Ling says, choking back tears, “Why did you have to come back.”
The corner of Lang Junxia’s mouth curls up almost imperceptibly.
It’s almost like they’ve gone back to that gentle evening many years ago in Shangjing; just like this, he’d lain in the snow, and a little Duan Ling had wrapped his arms around him, using all of his strength to drag him back into the house.
“Because … I …
"Wanted to … see if … you’d grow up … to become … a … very good …
"Little …
“… Emperor.”
“Did you see the letter?” Lang Junxia says.
“What?” Duan Ling asks with a frown...
reunions in life are far and few; we move like stars, each to its sphere.