——"The frost covers ten miles of the calm lake, each strand of black hair mourns the passing years. Standing alone facing the moon, I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals."
The Azure Lantern in front of me gazed blankly at the pond not far away, and after a long while, sighed softly: "Truly a poignant and beautiful story."
"Ning Caichen is devoted and righteous, Yan Chixia is chivalrous and brave."
"But unfortunately, Nie Xiaoqian is ultimately a ghost. Humans and ghosts follow different paths; they are destined never to be together."
Su Ziyu smiled without speaking.
