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(Chinese: 三生三世十里桃花; pinyin: San Sh...
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The weather is frosty as it is approaching winter. She gently rubs her hand as she needs to warm herself up. She is waiting under the peach blossom tree now covered with mild snowflakes frost.
Seconds later, someone hugs her from behind. She was stunned as a natural response but managed to curve a beam as she was familiar with the scent.
"Ye Hua..." She mutters.
The man from behind smiles. She can feel it because that's how he usually responds whenever he's with her.
"I told you to wait inside. Why are you stubborn?" He said in his lazy voice.
"I wanted to feel the frost. I think it's beautiful," she replied.
His embrace tightened. "You're like snow."
The background is approaching dark. The people and most are strangers are now passing them by. Distinct murmurs can be heard all around as well. They are just outside Ye Hua's firm. The city is overall strenuous. "Because it's crazy how I've fallen for you."
The woman chuckled. "How does it even connect?"
He's teasing her. "As the snow covers the lawn, it usually adds layer by layer..."
"And?"
"And, that's exactly how I portray my love for you."
"Funny," she rolled her eyes.
"Just like the layer of snow..."
A sudden pause. It's like he's having a mental blackout.
His cheeks reddened with embarrassment. He's good with romantic moves but his weakness is this; the punching lines. He can't concentrate when she's around.
"Forget it. I'm embarrassed."
Bai Qian burst out laughing. As she smiles, as she makes those soft giggles, he absorbs them all. This is the woman he laid his eyes on. She's absolutely beautiful. It's her laugh that can still be heard.
The nightlife in Beijing is tremendous. People are minding their business. Ye Hua sighs in relief. "I love you," he exclaimed out of the blue. His face remains stoic like he usually does.
His wife finally stops laughing while looking through his expressive eyes. "Ye Hua..."
Suddenly, a tap on her husband's shoulder cut the intimate conversation between them. "It's getting colder here..." It was Mo Yuan.
Ye Hua eyed his twin brother maliciously. It's like, he has low-key plans to murder him. Mo Yuan only gave him his usual gentle smile. That made Bai Qian giggle once more.
These two never change at all.
"Tch," he grabs his wife's hand. "We're going home." Ye Hua is somehow pissed but it's more of a brotherhood gesture.
The man remains silent as he watches them walk away from him. Her scent never disappoints, indeed. She can be compared to as fragrant as this peach blossom. It's sweet, quite intoxicating.
Distinct noises...
He leisurely closes his eyes to open them once. He fixes his vision back to Bai Qian's. They are still walking and it's turning into a dot until he can't see them anymore.
How pathetic.
He is in love with his brother's wife. He looks up above to somehow, mesmerize the beauty of the dull sky. Seeing her every day makes him alive. Just getting near to her is enough.
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Kunlun Mountain
"Shifu!" It was Ling Yu (Ninth disciple) and Die Feng (Senior disciple). They both approach Mo Yuan while he's in seclusion. The man leisurely opens his eyes. He can sense something is off with the way these two acted. He eyed both of them.
"What's with the chaos?" His voice is always calm which fits his personality.
"We've already looked everywhere but we can't find seventeenth."
The god of war remains still but the silence is too loud for Ling Yu and Die Feng. They knew their master trembled deep inside.
"Did he offend anyone this time?" He asks as his forehead twitches.
Die Fang shook his head. "No, but I think it was High Goddess Yao Guang."
"Yao Guang?"
"Shifu, think of it. She's the only one who resides near here. She's more familiar with this place than anyone else."
Breathing heavily, Mo Yuan clenches his fist while thinking of ways how to deal with this matter.
All of a sudden, Mo Yuan woke up catching his breath. He roams his vision around the darkroom. His headaches worsen. It was perhaps from the sudden gesture earlier.
He eyed the time.
It is still midnight.
Strange.
That dream.
He dreamt of it once more.
Why?
It's weird.
He can only remember the scenario but never the faces.
It's a blur.
It's ancient.
The plot does low-key scream gods and goddesses.
He looks at Bai Qian's picture frame right beside his bed. This was perhaps the most hidden secret he needed to keep from his twin brother. He took it and looked at it intently.
"Why does it feel like, I've known you for so long?" He whispered.
He's talking to himself.
"Who are you?"
His headache worsens so he helps himself massage it for a while.
