North Liao

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go. 
Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass. 
Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons. 
On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes. 
A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past. 
Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

Journey to the End of the Night

Baili An glanced at the young scholar and said, "Tonics are of no use if the body is too weak to absorb them, ginseng would be useless, but it might be worthwhile to buy some warming and nourishing food to make porridge and soup, which would benefit Miss Ji San's recovery."


Ji Ting was infinitely grateful to Baili An, rambling with gratitude, "As long as my sister can recover, even if it costs me my bones, what do I have to regret? I will go borrow money immediately."


Baili An said, "Hmm, tonight everyone seems to be staying up for the New Year, and the medicine shops have not yet closed. You go first."


Ji Ting paused, stunned for a moment, then bowed and went out to borrow money.


Ji Ying wiped away her tears, carefully tucking in her younger sister to protect her from the cold.


Seeing that the little girl's breathing was no longer intermittent but had become steady, and her face had gained a bit more lively color, the heavy stone in her heart finally fell.


Chapter 215: Fingers Too Clean