La lluvia primaveral es como el vino, los sauces son como el humo

Capítulo 1

Severing Spring

Author: Shisilang

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Yichun woke up covered in blood and saw a full moon hanging in the sky, its clear light stretching for miles, so large that it seemed she could reach out and pluck it from the sky.

It was very cold; a bone-chilling cold seeped into every crack and wound in my body, making my blood feel like it was about to freeze.

She exhaled, and the white mist swirled upwards before dissipating in an instant.

A small boat swayed gently on the surface of the lake, where ice shards were scattered. Occasionally, the boat would collide with a block of ice, and the sound of the clattering echoed in the quiet night.

Yichun was a little slow to react; the lakeside was covered in snow, and towering mountains stretched out in the distance—it all seemed like a dream.

A chaotic dream in the heart of a snow-covered lake.

She should still be practicing martial arts on the golden platform covered with camellias, exchanging a few moves with Yang Shen. He lost a steamed bun and then reneged on the debt with a half-smile.

It's also possible that after going down the mountain with him, they spent the night in the forest and got bitten by mosquitoes, only to wake up and find that nothing had changed.

She's there, and she's doing well. He's there, and he's doing well too.

Faintly, I could hear the sound of strings being plucked, leisurely and carefree, like a casual breeze.

The sanxian (a three-stringed plucked instrument) sang, and a man sang along: "The jade palace is clean and dust-free, the precious moon is as round as a mirror. The wind stirs the green sleeves, and flowers fall in the quiet courtyard."

Hearing such beautiful singing in the quiet night makes one wonder if they have encountered a celestial being.

Yichun then strained to lift her head and saw a man leaning against the bow of the boat, holding a sanxian (a three-stringed plucked instrument) and singing a cappella.

He wore a silver-red jacket and a fluffy sable scarf around his neck, its color as beautiful as jade. At his feet was a small table with hot tea on it, the steam rising and filling the air with a fragrant aroma.

She stared blankly for a long time, then let out a hoarse voice: "...Shu Jun".

Shu Jun put down his sanxian, looked down at him, and seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end it all boiled down to one sentence: "You still have a life left."

She did not answer.

Shu Jun then tossed a handkerchief to her face and said softly, "Sleep a little longer."

Yichun obediently closed her eyes, the handkerchief covering her face—soft, light, and carrying an indescribable fragrance. But it quickly became soaked, a cold, stinging patch against her eyelids, like a freezing pain.

She dreamt of many, many people and many, many things, and her forehead felt like it was being squeezed and was throbbing.

Finally, everything became a blurry background, and from the depths of the white light, little bits of peach pink blossomed. That was the peach grove behind Jianlan Manor, where the flowers were in full bloom, the rain was just right, and the boy in the grove appeared at the perfect moment.

He lost his temper: "My name is Yang Shen! How can you be so proud of pronouncing someone else's name like that?"

He was occasionally shy: Senior sister's outfit today... is much better.

He was equally passionate: "I can't do anything. Yichun, as long as you're alive, that's better than anything else."

Unfortunately, she almost died.

The man who saved her was still playing the sanxian, casually singing: "The jade palace is clean and dust-free, the precious moon is as round as a mirror. The wind stirs the green sleeves, and flowers fall in the quiet courtyard."

The entire snowy night was shrouded in a layer of white mist, covered by his singing, creating a tranquil, leisurely, and languid atmosphere.

Yi Chun, her face covered with a handkerchief, said in a muffled voice, "Shu Jun, how come it was you who saved me?"

He gave a lazy "hmm," stopped playing the sanxian, tilted his head and thought for a long time before finally saying indifferently, "Probably... because I kind of like you."

Her answer came unexpectedly quickly: "But I don't like you."

Shu Jun walked over and lifted the handkerchief, his expression a mix of a smile and annoyance: "You rejected me so directly."

As he spoke, he simply sat down next to her, raised his hand and gently patted her face twice, gazing at the distant white snow, and said, "I'll make you fall in love with me eventually."

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This is a heavily revised chapter.

Chapter One

It was raining that day, with fine, dense raindrops.

Yichun left a letter for Mo Yunqing early on, arranging to meet him in the peach grove behind the mountain.

She carried a purple bamboo-ribbed umbrella, adorned with two butterflies and a flower—exquisitely crafted. She was also unusually well-dressed, wearing a lilac-colored silk skirt, her hair neatly combed, and her face lightly powdered, confident she was no less elegant than anyone else.

As they walked into the peach grove, the peach blossoms were almost gone, hanging heavily. Mo Yunqing stood under the tree, arms crossed, his face full of impatience.

Yichun liked him no matter how he looked at him. He stood under the peach tree, his handsome and radiant face like the rising sun just emerging from the sea of clouds, making everyone else stand aside.

I've made up my mind; I'll definitely tell him today.

You should ask him if you look good dressed like this.

Also, he and Wenjing are getting too close, although not as close as before (as she thought), but it still makes her uncomfortable. Maybe he's deliberately getting close to Wenjing to spite her (or maybe that's just what she thinks).

In the end, she really liked him and wanted to be with him, but she didn't know if he would agree.

"What do you want to call me about?" He finally spoke when she didn't answer, his voice low and deep.

Yichun gave him a gentle smile, though she was a little nervous inside. She tentatively asked, "Have you eaten?"