"Your greatest concern should not be your origins," Zhangsun Wuji said after a long while, "but the person who will stay by your side forever."
"Forever…" Meng Fuyao sighed, her gaze slowly deepening into the bright starry river, and she spoke no more.
What is forever? Her life was always punctuated, perfect in one life and then severed in the next, never complete.
"Fuyao…" Zhangsun Wuji's lips approached, resting beside her cheek, his breaths warm and fragrant as they brushed her cheek, "Look at me… look at me… Your gaze always reaches too far… Why can't you look at the person beside you…"
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes.
Unable to look, daring not to look, wishing not to look, every glance added a thread of concern, and every thread made her steps more faltering. His gaze was a long thread, and she didn't want to be so tied at the ankles.
