"It seems that only here in Lost Fragrance Manor, where his lingering scent remains and where we once shared memories together, can my lukewarm heart find some true comfort,"
"Perhaps... you may not know the origin of the name 'Lost Fragrance'..." Yue Mingxin's voice lowered slightly, whether it was due to lacking strength or shyness. In Zhang Xiaohua's heart, he could almost see the faint blush on Yue Mingxin's veiled face.
"In spring, dreams leave no trace; In autumn, canopies are empty and fragrant."
Yue Mingxin muttered, with her face lifted towards the sky, her emotions seemingly out of control, and mournfully said, "Dear Yang, when we once loved each other deeply, you recited this poem while drawing eyebrows for me. How could our happiness within the boudoir have come to this? Such joy... don't you miss it? "
"You may have achieved immortality and eternal life, but... the path to immortality is bleak. Without my company... can you be happy?"
