Immersed in this aura that seems capable of cleansing the soul, Chen Yi feels neither discomfort nor fear; rather, there is a strange sense of peace.
He stands before the open temple door, as if hearing the drip-drip sounds of water from days long past.
The days are so long.
Years pass in an instant.
Reflecting on the past makes one feel as if it was so long ago, and thinking back, the girl who decisively burned all silver notes in Yintai Temple is so distant now; she was once a princess fallen into adversity, but now she has become his wife.
The past events are gone, if not for deep wounds, Chen Yi never cared much for them; indeed, he is a person who bears grudges, but since they are in love now, he should love well.
The resentment from his past life's death is still remembered by Chen Yi, though he occasionally uses it as a reason to bully or even humiliate her, but water wears down stone, slowly, and all of it seems to fade into dreams and illusions.
