I had a dream, a dream of that year when I had hidden in the mountains. That scholarly young man stumbled into the valley, his body gravely injured. I extended my hand to save him, used the blood in my veins to change his fate, and gave him a new life.
In the few months that followed, he didn’t speak much. At dawn and dusk, he would quietly sit by my side, gazing at me in silence. During that time, I didn’t ask him anything. All I had to do was speak, and he would listen intently.
The last time I saw him was under the sunlit sky. I stood outside the courtyard, bathed in the bright sunlight, while he gazed at me from a distance and smiled faintly. Then he spoke, as if addressing the gentle breeze: “From now on, you must live well.”
I looked at him, tears welling up in my eyes, and couldn’t help but ask, “Will I ever see you again?”
He didn’t respond. After a moment of silence, he turned away and walked off. I thought he would return after a few days, but he never came back.
The mountain was desolate. I was the only one left. I sat there for a long time, feeling as if the place had grown bigger in his absence. He was no longer there, and even the lush greenery seemed to fade. Eventually, I packed up my belongings and left the place we once shared.
Afterward, I stayed at the base of the mountain, waiting in vain for his return. Days turned into months, and my heart grew weary of searching. He had left, and I didn’t know where he had gone.
In my dreams, the memories remained vivid, and my longing for him deepened. I wondered if Qing Chen still existed somewhere in this world. That year, beneath the skies of the White Jade Sect, my senior brother held me in his arms, his voice filled with trembling rage as he declared, “I will never let anyone harm you again…”
His voice lingered in my mind, leaving an ache in my heart, as if I could still hear his steady breathing.
When I awoke, the life I had grown accustomed to was quiet and uneventful. I carried on, but my heart remained tied to him, unable to sever the connection. For somewhere in this vast world, there was a person who had planted roots in my life—unshakable, unwavering. Even now, I speak his name softly, as if he were still by my side, bringing warmth to the cold mountain winds.
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