Let it go. From the highest heavens to the deepest hell, this life is but a vast and uncertain journey, why should I make things difficult for a mere beast?
Flames danced in the wind, and a suffocating air current surged through the space, as if a timeless melody had faded away, and all things had turned to dust.
Goodbye, Baili Chenfeng.
I vaguely remember that day at noon, the sun shining brightly, a man in black robes riding a spirited horse, his bright eyes sparkling like stars beneath a bamboo hat and black veil.
As the blade cleaved down, though my body remained still, my heart was already stirred.
At the time, I had no idea what this man's appearance meant to me.
Goodbye, Baili Chenfeng.
I can vaguely see that morning, all ready to go in front of the Gong family gate. The spring sun was warm, but it couldn't warm his caring words: "You ride this horse."
We've only just met, why would you lend me your beloved horse?
How many people in the world fear and respect me, but how many pity and cherish me?
Goodbye, Baili Chenfeng.
I could vaguely see the battle of Thunderbolt Hall, going against the wind, their cloaks fluttering in the wind, their eyes meeting as they joined forces to break through the encirclement.
The fragrance of purple dogwood lingers, captivating all who bewitch you with its gentle breeze. Little do you know that you too are captivated by others, finding it hard to find peace.
Is such understanding and knowledge of you a blessing or a curse?
Goodbye, Baili Chenfeng.
I could vaguely see the Yellow River's hull, orchids blooming brightly. I stumbled to the ground, and you reached out to help me up. The ship sank into the sea, amidst towering waves.
But I felt no fear whatsoever. With an inexplicable confidence, I was certain that you would hold me tight and never let go.
I trusted you, and it turns out that from that day on, I trusted you more than I trusted myself.
Goodbye, Baili Chenfeng.
When he vaguely saw the white horse presented to him, the surprise in his eyes instantly turned into joy.
I knew you would like it, so I bought it because I knew you would. But after seeing your reaction, I started to regret it and back out.
I am a fickle person, betraying your deep affection. Our fate was strong but our blessings were shallow; it was destined to end tragically.
Goodbye, Baili Chenfeng.
I could vaguely make out those eyes, as black as ink. They stared at me intently, asking, word by word, "Miss Wind, why is it you?"
Why me? And why you?
Between us, who made the mistake that ultimately led to this outcome?
I'm happy. You ask me if I'm happy, how can I answer you? What can I possibly say?
Goodbye, Baili Chenfeng.
Never...see...again...
The flames went out before me, and the iron cavalrymen stared at me, each with an expression of extreme shock.
I was puzzled by their stares and couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"
One of them whispered, "Chief Steward, you..."
The team leader coughed awkwardly a few times, then took a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to me. I instinctively touched my face, and my fingertips found it damp.
Am I crying? No wonder they looked at me like that; even Feng Qiansu can cry.
I should have been furious, but I stood there, frozen, utterly powerless to move. This fire not only took away the man in black with black hair, but also my last shred of self-restraint and my tendency to say one thing and mean another.
Yes, I cried.
Baili Chenfeng, you asked me if I was happy, and now I answer you, no, I'm not happy.
I have never been happy.
Volume 1, Chapter 8: Struggling to Move Forward (1)
The first quarter saw another instance of wind chasing.
"Young Miss!"
As I creaked open the door, the two maids, Jin Zhao and Yu Cui, who were guarding outside, immediately exclaimed in delight. Seeing that I didn't react, they said repeatedly, "Is Miss hungry? You haven't eaten breakfast or lunch. How can your body take it! We'll bring you..."
“Inform the Grand Steward,” I interrupted them abruptly, “that we should be on our way.”
"Now?"
Another iron-clad cavalryman guarding the door couldn't help but interject, "But the Grand Steward said, tomorrow..."