His gaze was soft but unwavering, a gleam of light dazzling from its beautiful depth. I stood still for a long time, unable to move my eyes away.
From the night of Seventh Sister Day, when I told him atop the hill at Silver Gate that I wanted to spend another five hundred years with him, to the night of Mid Autumn, when I asked him at Jade Temple if he would come with me should I choose to leave Mount Hua, he had never given me a real answer. His responses had always been vague, and it wasn't until recently that I understood why. It wasn't until recently that he could finally give me his solemn promise, because he had finally seen the hope that would let such a dream come true.
