"This... How am I floating in the air so lightly?"

"Don't be afraid," a very tender voice suddenly interrupted my surprise. But this voice gave me a familiar feeling, as if it were a long-lost sibling.

I looked up towards the source of the voice and was extremely astonished to find a small doll the size of a palm. It emitted a faint halo of light. Since I had crossed through space, I had become more accepting of unnatural natural phenomena than the average person. "Who are you?" I asked calmly to the floating doll, who was slightly taller than me.

The doll gently swayed its body, and the halo of light around it followed suit. Its face was gender-neutral, and it now wore a sweet smile as it looked at me and said, "I am you."

Upon hearing this answer, I couldn't help but be taken aback. How was that possible?

The doll seemed to sense my disbelief. "I know you won't believe it, but I really am you," it said, swaying gently. Its small face displayed determination. Finally, it lowered its head and said softly, "I am a tear of lovesickness from you, born out of your unwavering true feelings. I have always stayed by his side."

"You..." As I listened to its words, I became more and more confused. What did it mean that it was me? That it was a tear of mine?

"Hehe, it's alright. As long as you and he stay together in this lifetime, my task will be complete," the doll interrupted me before I could finish speaking, speaking to itself incoherently.

"What do you mean?" I had a sense of foreboding.

"For over a thousand years, I have witnessed countless joys and sorrows, separations and reunions. I have seen so many heart-wrenching tears, seen too much. Ever since I became conscious, I have been watching over you all, wanting to help you countless times. But I didn't have the ability. Originally, you two were not fated to meet again. I defied the heavens and changed my course, hoping that you would meet again. In doing so, I disrupted the fate that should have been in this space, so I had no choice but to bring you here again. Settling the debt that I owed," the doll spoke calmly, making everything clear.

"You mean I can go back?" There was delight in my voice.

"Yes, you can go back. But you must leave behind your child with him," the doll gently twirled in the air and softly revealed the purpose of bringing Pujun here.

"What?" I couldn't believe it. Was this karma? They wanted me to give up my child? I couldn't do it, really couldn't.

"You don't have to answer me now. I can let you go and see him. You can decide whether to go or stay then," the doll said softly, filled with helplessness. This was not the result it wanted to see, but everything had its destined course. If one truly defied fate, it would only lead to self-destruction. Time was running out, and it hoped that she would understand. Otherwise, their bond spanning ten lifetimes would come to an end here, even if they were to return to the heavenly realm, it would be difficult to stay together.

"Go, go and see him," the doll whispered, and the space gradually distorted and rearranged.

I couldn't snap out of it from what the doll had just said, nor did I notice that my soul had already returned to the original space. It was only when I heard a powerful and aged voice that I regained my senses. "Lord, everyone's fate is predetermined. I hope that you can see through everything," the voice said.

A person with white hair covering their head, dressed in a snowy white robe, stood with their back to me. "Fangzhang, I am no longer a lord. Please do not address me as such," a deep and magnetic voice resounded steadily.

Was it him? But how did he become like this? I gently floated my transparent body, trying to get a clear view of the person in front of me, to confirm if he was the one who had been in my dreams, connecting our hearts.

"Amitabha, since the donor says so. The old monk apologizes," Liao Wu put his hands together and bowed to Qiyun Tian.

Qiyun Tian turned around and looked up at the sky, where the scattered rays of twilight shone. In his heart, he yearned for Pujun. "So the radiance of the rising sun is as beautiful as the sunset glow," he murmured.

Like a thunderbolt, his slowly floating body was fixed in place as he turned around, still extraordinarily handsome. When did his jet-black hair turn into silver frost? Tears silently flowed down my cheeks. Was it because of me that he became like this?

It has been a year, where did you go, Pujun? Are you no longer in this world? If that's the case, why haven't you come to see me every midnight at ten? Or did I hurt you too deeply, making you unwilling to come back? Qiyun Tian looked at the sky, pain filling his heart. If it weren't for repaying the favor, he wouldn't have let Pujun suffer like this. Now that he could finally let go of everything and be together with Pujun for a lifetime, they were unexpectedly inexplicably separated and unable to meet again. In the disappointment of searching time and time again, his hair gradually turned white. Did it mean that his heart had died?

"Yuntian, Yuntian, I'm here... Look at me, won't you?" I floated near Qiyun Tian, calling out to him with heartfelt longing. But he couldn't hear my voice. I looked down at my transparent body and covered my face with my hands, crying softly.

The faint light flickered, and the figure that mortals shouldn't be able to see gradually gained a faint image.

"Pujun..." Qiyun Tian, dumbfounded, looked at the faint figure of Pujun, his eyes filled with ecstatic joy. For a moment, he forgot to react.

"Amitabha, well done, well done," Liao Wu's eyes showed compassion as he quietly stepped aside, making way for the rare reunion of these lovers.

Hearing Qiyun Tian's call, I slowly lowered my hands from my face. I couldn't believe that he could see me now. Feeling a bit flustered, I smoothed my long hair and adjusted my clothes. What had I become? I seemed like a blushing young girl meeting her lover for the first time, feeling a bit shy.

"It's really you, Pujun..." After Qiyun Tian regained his senses, his gaze sparkled with an enchanting joy. His hands were eager to embrace me, but he was disappointed as he passed through my body, hugging nothing.

"You..." After uttering a word, Qiyun Tian found it difficult to finish the rest. He was afraid that his thoughts would become reality. Was she here to see him for the last time?

"I'm not dead, I just went to another space." After spending so many years together, how could he not know what I wanted to ask or say? "I came to see you today and also wanted to tell you something."

"What is it?" Qiyun Tian looked at me, unable to hold me in his arms, his heart filled with a bitter ache. Hearing Pujun say that she wasn't dead, his heart, which had already died, was revived with the waters of life.

"You... You're a father now," blushing, I quickly finished speaking and hastily moved a few steps away from Qiyun Tian.

Shocked, there was no word that could describe Qiyun Tian's current feelings other than shock. "I'm a father, Pujun, is this true?"

I nodded, lowering my small face, unable to look Qiyun Tian in the eye. "There's one more thing. I met a family in that place who recognized the pendant you gave me. They said the pendant is unique and the craftsmanship is exactly the same as theirs. The person who possesses this pendant must be their long-lost child, missing for twenty-eight years," I explained.

"Pujun, even if I am not a lord, but a person without talent or power since childhood," Qiyun Tian spoke before I could finish my sentence, and I hurriedly interrupted, "No matter who you are, as long as you are you, you are the one I, Pujun, entrust my life to. I have no regrets, even if it means death."

"Pujun..." No matter how many words he had, Qiyun Tian couldn't express his current feelings. He could only say, "Having you like this, what else could I ask for?"

I gazed at Qiyun Tian with gentle eyes, the man I had loved for so long. It turned out that he bore such a heavy responsibility. Despite possessing the power to rule the world, he wholeheartedly assisted Aotian. Yuntian, you are truly a man, a great husband.

Drifting closer to Qiyun Tian, my transparent body became even more translucent, indicating that my time here was running out. Reluctantly parting, but having no choice but to leave. "Wait for me," although I couldn't feel the other person, I boldly and proactively kissed Qiyun Tian on the lips.

Qiyun Tian embraced the empty figure with his hands, unable to express the emotions in his heart with words. He watched as the gradually fading and blurry figure disappeared completely from his embrace. "I will wait for you, until you return."

Time passes by, and in the blink of an eye, three years have gone by.

"Mom, Mom!" A little boy who still wobbles as he walks, with tears in his eyes, calls out to his mother who is reading a book.

Qiyun Tian's gaze shifts from the book to his crying son, who resembles a teary child. He sighs inwardly, "Both Yuntian and I are proud individuals who don't openly express our emotions. I never expected that our child, born from our union, would cry so much and have such a gentle personality."

"What's wrong? Moyun," I softly ask my son, who can't even speak clearly through his tears.

"M-Momo...the l-little f-flower...next door...died...sniff," Moyun wipes away his tears and tells the story to his mother.

I put down the book and embrace my son in my arms. Bending down, I whisper in his ear, "Little flowers grow old, and aging and death are inevitable. It is a natural law of the world."

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Moyun, who is only four years old, tilts his little head, looking somewhat confused as he gazes at his mother who is speaking to him. After a while, Moyun softly asks, "Mom, is it the same for people?"

"Well...this law applies to everyone, whether you're a human, an animal, or a plant. When you reach a certain age, you naturally disappear, just like how you were born," I explain.

"I don't want Mom to leave me," the thoughts of young children are simple, and for Moyun, his mother is the most important person in his life. Naturally, he doesn't want her to leave, and just a casual remark makes Pujun's tears fall on her clothes.

"Silly, Mom isn't going to die now. But Moyun will grow up and, like adults, start a family and pursue a career. If you have a little baby, Mom can't be with you forever," I longed for us to be reunited as a family, but since that day, we made a three-year promise through our tears. When the time came, I was destined to return to Yuntian's side, but I truly couldn't bear to part with Moyun, especially since he was still so young.

"Moyun, you're clinging to your mom again," Haokai walked into the house, looking refreshed, and overheard Pujun having a heavy conversation with Moyun.

"Daddy~" Moyun sweetly smiled at Haokai and struggled out of his mother's embrace, hopping and running towards his father.

"Good boy, were you mischievous today?" Haokai lifted Moyun, who had come to his side, and kissed his son's rosy cheeks.

"No, I've been good and obedient," Moyun answered Haokai's question in his childish voice, his small hands playfully exploring Haokai's body.

"You're off work?" This was something that embarrassed Pujun the most in these past few years. She understood his intentions and knew that he carried the responsibility of a husband and father for us, but she feared that she would owe him for the rest of her life.

"Ah, yes, things have been busy at the company recently," Haokai naturally replied, fully aware of her feelings towards him. All he felt was a sense of indebtedness and gratitude.

"Haokai, thank you." Finally, I said the words that I hadn't been able to say for so many years, and suddenly I felt a lot lighter.

"Silly, what are you saying? Let's go. Mom and Dad are waiting for us in the dining room," Haokai carried Moyun and turned to look at Pujun, who had rarely spoken to him in these past few years, and suddenly apologized. Just that one sentence seemed to bring them closer, and even if they couldn't be a real couple, being friends was still possible.

"Everyone's here, come on, come on, my good grandson, Grandma wants to hold you," Wenxian busily set the table, turning around to see her son holding her grandson. Her daughter-in-law followed behind, and the scene was so warm and cozy. But it was all an illusion. Wenxian was now very worried that her son would continue to prioritize Pujun and their child over his own future.

"Mom, I told you. Wang Mama and the others can handle all this. You don't need to do it," Haokai entered the dining room and immediately saw his mother bustling about, and he frowned disapprovingly.

"Oh... it's nothing, it's nothing. I need to keep these old bones moving, or they'll rust," Wenxian smiled gently, her voice soft and tender.

"Grandma, I want to eat this," Moyun pointed his small finger at a tantalizing chicken leg.

"Alright, Grandma will get it for you," Wenxian doted on her only grandson, wanting to give him everything in the world.

"Why is everyone standing? Let's sit down and eat." Qi Xian, who had entered the house from the other side, saw his family standing and quickly urged everyone to sit down and eat.

Perhaps due to an allergy, Wenxian's eyes had been twitching ever since dinner. She felt a sense of unease that made her uncomfortable. Lying in bed, Wenxian tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

"Honey, are you asleep?" Wenxian softly asked her husband, Qi Xian, who was lying next to her.

"I've been wondering why you can't sleep. Why do you keep tossing and turning?" Qi Xian had actually noticed his wife's abnormal behavior early on, but he hadn't said anything.

"I don't know either. I just feel uneasy," Wenxian turned to face her husband and expressed her inner unease.

"Don't be so suspicious, my dear. You've already gotten what you wanted. What else are you worried about? Are you afraid that Pujun will disappear with Moyun?" Qi Xian's unintentional words made Wenxian sit up straight.

Just as the couple was about to say something, they heard a knock on the door.

"Mom, Dad, are you asleep?" Haokai asked softly.

"Ah... no, we're... we're still awake. Is there something wrong?" Wenxian propped the door open and asked her son, while urging her husband to get dressed.

"Pujun has something to say to Mom and Dad. Can you come out for a moment?" Haokai's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

"What's wrong? What's the matter?" Wenxian opened the door, and behind her son stood Pujun dressed in ancient attire. It was a sight that Wenxian had never seen before. It felt fresh and elegant, and no other clothes could complement Pujun's temperament so perfectly.

"This... is..." Wenxian was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing what to say or what she wanted to express. On the other hand, Qi Xian understood it all too well. The time had come. The departure that was inevitable. But if Pujun left like this, would Moyun be left...

Looking at the family, who seemed like sculptures, I felt a lot of guilt in my heart. But now the time had come, and I had already stayed as long as I could. If I didn't go back now, I would never have a chance to be with him again in this life.

"Mom, Dad, I'm leaving. The time limit is up, and if I don't go back now, I'm afraid I'll regret it for the rest of my life." I spoke in a very soft voice, afraid of startling the elderly couple.

"You're... going back?" Wenxian was completely confused. Why did Pujun still want to go back today? Could it be that her son wasn't charming enough to keep her here?

"Yes, because there are people I care about waiting for me there. I can't stay away," whenever I mentioned him, my tone unconsciously became softer.

"Then, can you leave Moyun behind?" Wenxian knew her words were selfish, but Moyun was Yuntian's bloodline. If she couldn't see her son again, she at least wanted her grandson to stay with her.

Hearing her mother-in-law's words, my anxious heart calmed down. I had always wondered if what I was doing was selfish, but hearing these words, the pain in my heart eased a bit, although it still brought tears to my eyes.

"No... Moyun, don't cry... Mom doesn't mean that. I just hope that you can leave some memories for Mom. You're still young," Wenxian saw Pujun shedding tears and suddenly remembered the feeling of having a child as her own, the heart-wrenching pain she had experienced.

Both of them were heartbroken, lost in thought. Suddenly, a faint, almost imperceptible voice echoed around them, "Pujun, my power has reached its limit. I can't wait any longer. If I don't go now, I won't be able to go."

Surprised by the scene before them, Wenxian and Qi Xian stared in astonishment as the radiant stone hanging around Pujun's neck suddenly emitted a bright light, gradually enveloping Pujun.

Amidst the cries of grief from one side, the light grew stronger, gradually freeing itself from the force of gravity and lifting off the ground. Haokai stood silently to the side, but if it weren't for the emotions revealed in his gaze, one would think that he had let go of his feelings.

"Mama... Mama... Don't go... Mama... sob," Moyun's tearful voice sounded softly, filled with a sense of loss as if a young bird had been abandoned. He didn't understand that his mother was going to be separated from him forever, and his heart was filled with curiosity.

"Moyun..." I softly called out, looking at my son's tender face. My heart wavered, and tears naturally welled up.

"Do you want to stay?" I asked in a faint voice, reminding me of Yuntian's gray hair and the loneliness and desolation in his heart that few could understand.

"No, I can't leave him waiting in this life." The gradually weakening light suddenly grew stronger again after I finished speaking.

Little Moyun quickly ran towards the light that surrounded his mother, but just as he was about to touch it, Wenxian, who had been standing dumbfounded, stepped forward and stopped her grandson from approaching his mother. She tightly held Moyun in her arms. Wenxian begged Pujun again, "Pujun, since you called me 'Mom,' please leave Moyun with me. I can't bear to see my loved ones disappear before my eyes." Tears welled up in her eyes and fell uncontrollably.

"Moyun... Listen to your grandma. Mom loves you, but there are things that Mom must do. In the future, when you grow up, you will understand." I reached out my hand towards Moyun, but due to the forcefield, we couldn't touch each other. My heart ached, and my tears flowed like a river.

"Mama... don't go... don't go... sob," Moyun's small face was covered in tears, his voice choked with grief. Even though he didn't understand the situation, he could feel the pain of separation.

Wenxian, holding Moyun tightly, looked at Pujun who was gradually disappearing, her heart aching, but she couldn't let go of Moyun. She understood that even if Moyun stayed, he would eventually grow up and face the same separation.

"Pujun, take care. Don't forget us. We will always be here waiting for you," Qi Xian's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with sadness and reluctance.

The light surrounding me grew stronger and stronger, and the voice from the other side grew fainter and fainter. "Take care... I love you... Farewell..." These words echoed in my ears.

As the light finally dissipated, I disappeared from the world they knew, leaving behind only memories and a sense of longing in their hearts. The room returned to silence, filled with the heaviness of loss and the pain of separation.

Qi Cheng State Border Qi City

The sky remained gray and misty, and in a quiet corner of the Lifu Mountain, there was a figure dressed in white casually walking in a self-made garden. His expression was peaceful and serene, devoid of the seemingly gentle but unapproachable aura he had when he was a prince.

It had been three years since that dreamlike separation. Pujun, could it be that day was just an illusion born out of my deep longing for you? With his silver hair scattered around, Qiyuntian silently asked himself in his heart.

A beam of light gently crossed the sky and fell on the outskirts of Lifu Mountain.

The dazzling light seemed piercing to the eyes, but unexpectedly, it was warm inside. When I couldn't figure out where I was, a familiar yet heart-wrenching figure appeared before my eyes. The snow-white hair, which he had turned white for my sake over the past few years, felt so far away from the feeling of being uncared for and unloved. At this moment, I only remembered how he had sacrificed for me. Waiting seemed simple, but it was actually the most difficult thing to do.

A very faint and weak voice entered my ears, and a faint figure appeared before me. "You finally came back. This way, the entanglement of ten lifetimes will be resolved in this lifetime. My wish has also come true after experiencing so much pain and suffering. You chose him in the end, and everything is predestined and reconciled by fate. Cherish the future, Pujun... Farewell!"

"Wait... wait..." I tried to speak, but was interrupted by a crisp sound. I lowered my head and saw the pendant that had fallen off the chain, devoid of its former colorful glow. At this moment, it looked so ordinary, like an ordinary stone thrown by the roadside. I thought to myself, "Tears, did you come specifically to help me?" I gently picked up the pendant and held it in my palm, feeling its warmth.

"I will cherish the coming years, rest assured... I won't let your tremendous sacrifice go in vain for the happiness that awaits me."

Moving my footsteps gently, I stopped about ten feet away and called out softly, "Yuntian..." There was a smile and tears on my face, and at this moment, I really didn't know whether I should laugh or cry.

The rigid figure slowly turned around, looking at the person standing not far away. Qiyuntian seemed a bit bewildered, afraid to make a move. The beloved woman was about to drift away again, and after a long gaze, he spoke, "You've come back."

I touched the scar on my cheek, wondering if I had become ugly. Yuntian didn't recognize me for a moment, and there was no lowliness in his heart.

"No matter how you've changed, as long as it's you, you are my wife in this lifetime, Pujun!" Qiyuntian's gaze was gentle as he looked at his wife, who had been wounded from the very beginning, the deepest and heaviest wound. How much tenderness filled his heart.

Just like the fragrance of peach blossoms carried by the spring breeze, after hearing Yuntian's words, I smiled the sweetest smile of this lifetime. "Yes, I've come back."

Legend has it that a long time ago, on the Lifu Mountain, there lived a pair of immortal lovers. Some say, "The man was once a prince of a generation, and the woman was a concubine from another kingdom. They met by chance and fell in love. To avoid the secular world, they sought refuge on this sparsely populated Lifu Mountain." But others say, "They were both men, and one of them was a renowned God of the North who fell in love with the prince who had nurtured him. Because such an unconventional love went against societal norms, they left the mortal world and secluded themselves on Lifu Mountain."

However, legends are just legends. It's enough for us to have heard them. After all, as long as they have overcome the separation of life and death and can be together for a lifetime, isn't that enough? Why bother delving into their past?