I remember that I once hoped that I would meet a cultivator that had achieved the Dao of Love. In my early years, I had loved and lost. I was wary of the love that I have now. Situ Qing, Chen Suyin, so similar yet very different. All the while, I love them both the same for various reasons.
I no longer find it difficult. And on my wedding day, as I walk through the capital, I see love in many different spectrums. I see the young, intense, brightly shining love of spring. Break of autumn and the savory, durable love of winter.
I also see Handel, a 50-year-old man who spent a lonely life running his family's tavern because his soul mate is twenty years younger. Krishna, a young brown-haired girl that's a walking ray of sunlight. The two live happily together now.
