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

Her youth had seen her turn her back on the myriad people outside the palace, including her father and brother, as she faced the gaunt silhouette that never held or soothed her. It was the first and last time she bore an unmovable pain and solitude in her heart.


Throughout it all, Fang Geyu was never quite clear on what it felt like to be a daughter.


Even an abandoned creature long left in the cold, its body frozen stiff, would long to return home to be held by its mother.


Back then, she did have a mother, yet she lived in lonely destitution, silently dwelling in a chill, forgotten corner, unknown to all.


She had once bared her bloodied, frostbitten feet to everyone inside and outside the palace, and she screamed with all her might, "Whether it's cold iron or not, real or not, I too hope for someone to hold me, to hide me deep in their heart where no one can see! Even though no one wished for my birth in this world, I... I want you to comfort me."


Chapter 273: Once There Was a Poor Child