This jade pendant once witnessed the most intimate of years. Back then, she often returned late at night, when…
This jade pendant once witnessed the most intimate of years.
Back then, she often returned late at night, when the dew on Mohist Hill was heavy.
He used his skill as a master craftsman to seal the glow of fireflies, little points of light guiding her on her lonely night path.
That faint, flickering glow cannot illuminate the diverging road ahead, only the lingering shadows in an old dream.