He saw her again.

  In the snowflakes flying all over the sky, her red dress fluttered.

  He is on horseback, wearing white feather armor, looking back at her, with a cliff of ten thousand blades behind.

  So close, he could see the changing light and shadow at the bottom of her eyes, without missing a single thread.

  Sorrow and despair, until now, only a trace of sorrow remains like water.

  She gazed at the soldiers waiting in formation behind him, smiled slightly, and her long hair danced in the wind.

  Brother Yao.

  He heard her voice, exceptionally soft, to the point where he began to suspect that she hadnt actually spoken, it was just a sound swirling in his mind, all these years, still stubbornly refusing to disperse.

  He hesitantly stretched out his hand towards her direction.

  And the faint smile on her lips gradually expanded, eventually transforming into a captivating and enchanting curve.

  His heart sank suddenly, but he didnt have time to make any move, and could only watch her jump off the cliff. The determination was so resolute, yet so calm, a beauty like a startled swan.

  The wind blade was by his side, and his right arm remained in the pose he had just stretched out, suspended motionlessly in mid-air.

  The body is numb and cold, and so is the heart. Cant feel the chill, cant feel the pain.

  "Your Highness is wise and enlightened, Heaven blesses our dynasty..."

  In the cheers and applause of the soldiers kneeling behind him, he slowly withdrew his hand, bit by bit.

  "Return to the palace."

  Holding the reins, he spoke indifferently.

  The sound was mixed with the howling wind and snow, shattering the cold silence of the room.

  "Your Highness..."

  Outside the door came the voice of Qin An, the manager, with a hint of worry. Nan Xiangyao slightly closed his eyes, haunted by the same dream for five years, like a shadow following him everywhere.

  He stood up and said softly: "Whats wrong?"

  Qin An paused for a moment, and a respectful voice sounded outside the door: "Murong Chengxiang has arrived and is waiting in the front hall."

  Qin stood quietly outside the door, listening to the silence inside the house.

  Dont worry, he watched the young master grow up step by step until today. He is very clear about his strong character and knows what choice is best.

  The door opened soon after and he didnt have to wait too long.

  Nan Xiangyao wore a long black robe, his attire casual, yet unable to conceal his noble and dignified demeanor.

  He raised his eyes and took a glance at the sky, where the moon was like a hook.

  He didnt say much, his arched and beautiful lips faintly hooked into a thin smile, he walked past Qin An directly towards the front hall.

  What cant be abandoned in life at this moment?