On that day, the sky had been blue. The color of twilight covered the sea which had no waves at that moment. Su Ming turned around and left, leaving behind the image of his back for Fang Cang Lan. While standing in the wind, she watched his solitary back gradually leave into the distance...
When he turned his head back, there was an ancient air about him. Times had changed, but the color of twilight was the same, the sea was like before… and so was the woman of the past still watching in silence, allowing the wind to blow against her and the rain to fall on her. Years passed, but she never expressed any resentment.
Fang Cang Lan held onto Su Ming tightly and did not want to let go. She was afraid that if she did, another thousand years would pass.
The two of them hugged each other quietly in the Berserker Consort's palace.
"When… are you leaving?" After a long while, Fang Cang Lan's weak voice echoed quietly in the silent palace.
