Against the Light, Fleeting Time – Fuyao's War of Love, Zhan Beiye
Spring is boring, making people sympathize. Flowers fall, this scripture lingers, looking through the wind and moon, who will return with me?
The days when he was locked in the cold palace, the nights when he couldn't sleep peacefully under the collapsed door, the times when he and his mother depended on each other, the times when he washed his mother's hair, the times when he spilled blood for his subordinates who were as close as brothers, and the times when he galloped in the Geya Desert for the peace of the people …
Zhan Beiye was like fire, but he was so careful.
Even though there was an inescapable net, he still resolutely rushed forward, because his mother was waiting for him.
Thus, he heard the sorrowful tune, "… the vast wilderness, the vast river, my son has left, I don't know where he is … the mountains are vast, the sun is bright, my son has not returned, I don't know when he will return …" Thus, he saw the tears rolling down the face of this steel-blooded man.
She was afraid that her son, who came to find her, would be in danger, so she hid in the depths of the flowers closest to the palace wall and sang softly. He, thinking of his mother, was determined to go into danger, but he could only lean on the wall and cry … What kind of sorrow, what kind of torture, so close, so far away.
Finally, they met again. The hand that wanted to pass through the wooden lattice was the mother's hand; the one that leaned over the wooden stake was the son's face. At the moment of contact, there was longing, full of deep love …
There was something in this world that was above personal freedom, love and hate, and it was worth protecting with one's life.
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[About Love]
Some people say that it takes fate to know a person, and wisdom to understand a person.
And when they meet, it's either regret that it's too late or too early.
"Tell me, am I really that late forever?"
Suddenly, his heart ached. He remembered when they first met, one was overbearing and unreasonable, while the other was a fish in the moat. But those bright eyes, that beautiful face, made him suddenly feel that a long time had passed, as if it was only the moment she looked up, and the world had changed.
He was willing to give up his own principles for her, allowing her to touch everything about him, rejoicing when he sacrificed himself for his subordinates of many years … Everything, for love;
The fresh blood that sprayed on the surface of the rock when he lifted the falling rocks, the gentle palm that pressed against his forehead, the protective hand that protected him in the midst of the huge waves, the hands that clenched tightly under the moonlight … everything was for love.
Old Princess softly called him "wife", which made his eyes slightly dim and his heart tumbled. The hands that couldn't stop, the feelings of jealousy, and the helplessness even if he was unwilling … He chose to wait, wait for the day when she opened her heart, wait for the day when she was willing to accept him, even if it was far away. Because he understood that he had to bear many things when he loved someone, including the pain he had to endure because he respected the other party's freedom … Everything was for love.
This was love, and it would always be a part of Jianghu and the imperial court. Taking a step forward, they would grow old hand in hand. Taking a step back, they would be so close and yet so far away, until there was no end to their hatred.
They couldn't help but fall silent. Everyone understood that waiting wasn't scary. What was scary was not knowing when it would end. What kind of love did he have to bear for him to be so resolute and unwavering? They might sigh that if they knew this would happen, they wouldn't have met this beauty. Little did he know that when a person had walked through hardships and dangers for a long time, Fuyao would be the first butterfly in his life, bringing rain and dew, bringing light. Even if he couldn't wait for it, it was better to have met him before than never meeting him at all.
Love could be very strong.
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[About Brothers]
They are not high officials, they are low in status and power, they come from the countryside, they are even orphans and abandoned children who wander the streets. They do not have a bellyful of knowledge, they do not know how to deceive each other … But please allow me to call them, Zhan Beiye's brothers and sisters.
They fought alongside him in the Geya Desert, beating bandits and slaughtering Moro Roaming Cavalry. For the sake of the people, they didn't eat or sleep … They accompanied him through the toughest and loneliest time there.
In the deadly jungle, when Ji Yu brought ten Black Wind Cavalry and decided to follow, it wasn't that he didn't think of sacrifices, but it was suddenly tragic …
Time and time again, they gave Fuyao a chance to live. It wasn't that they didn't have regrets, it wasn't that they didn't have concerns … But it was all because His Highness loved her. He had to protect her on behalf of the prince.
Those men were hot-blooded, those who treated her with sincerity, those who pledged to follow her till death, those indescribable loyalty and protection.
In this world of mortals, beauties in their twilight years could be seen everywhere, heroes at the end of their road, how could they wait for their hair to turn white? It was enough to have hands and feet like this!
Sometimes, you can love someone very much, but you can't have them, because you belong to different places. Love can't solve all problems. Other than loving each other, you don't have anything.
Compared to the Limitless Fuyao, love was love, but the beauty was bent on returning to her nest, tangled in all sorts of ways, making one worry.
Fate had always been shallow, but love ran deep.
He believed that the affection between Fu Yao and Limitless Sword God was not shallow. Fate had already laid down the foreshadowing, waiting for the moment when the truth would be revealed.
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[Heavens] Look, Zhanbei Tomoko has already left the stage for so long, and I've only just posted this review. It's so outdated, so outdated.
[Everyone (scratching their head)] Alright, if you insist on acting like you're very loyal, I'll fulfill your wish.]
I found myself falling into a reverie of white clothes fluttering in the wind. Most importantly, Your Majesty has worked hard.
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