Beyond the Borderline…
Smoke had swallowed every corner.
There wasn't a single place left untouched by the scent of charred ashes.
Some walls had collapsed,
Some embers still flickered.
And some… were just cold, silent corpses.
Right there, in the heart of the pavilion,
Yu Sui lay on the ground ... covered in dust, crying, trembling with hunger.
Tears poured endlessly from his eyes.
On his forehead, a talisman was stuck,
upon which was written in golden ink:
"Yu Sui."
At that very moment, Kin Lishuan of the Fuzi Xion Clan, along with a few elders and warriors,
had arrived to investigate the aftermath.
Among them was a young girl ... youthful in age, but with deeply sensitive eyes.
As soon as she heard the soft wails of a child,
she dashed without hesitation in that direction.
It didn't take long to find him.
She saw Yu Sui
a newborn child, perhaps the last living piece of a shattered world.
Without wasting a breath,
she picked him up,
and held him tightly in her arms.
And she ran straight to Kin Lishuan,
the girl whose name was Fuie.
Fuie:
"Master, I found this child there…"
Yu Sui had gone quiet now ... a little too quiet.
When Kin Lishuan checked him,
a storm broke loose
"Quick! He needs milk!"
Just then, a medical unit approached from behind,
led by Kin Lishuan's wife, Lady Shiyan Lee.
The child was handed over to her without a word,
and she immediately understood .. he needed to be fed.
She ran and hid behind a tree, sitting down and breastfeeding him quietly.
Lady Lee had also recently given birth…
but her child, born weak, had passed away just hours after birth.
Yet today as if the heavens were righting a cruel wrong
they gave her a child once again.
Kin Lishuan came up to her,
and when he saw her eyes glisten with tears of joy,
he understood without needing to ask
"This child… is ours now."
---
Six Years Later…
Time had moved on.
Yu Sui and Mo Yan ... both had turned six.
But history…
had quietly driven a sword between the two clans.
Because these were no longer just boys.
They were the heirs of their clans.
Each clan desired their prince to become king.
So a line was drawn
upon the ground,
and another… through hearts.
But
Could a line ever divide two souls,
that were already bound by a sacred spell before birth?
Never.
Mo Yan, every day, silently crossed the border,
into Fuzi Xion territory,
and sat under the same old guava tree.
He'd pluck a guava, eat it,
and just sit there quietly.
Because he knew
Yu Sui was somewhere nearby.
And he always came.
---
One day… Mo Yan was doing the same.
One hand holding a guava, the other gripping a tree branch.
That same calm smile on his face.
Suddenly, Yu Sui came running
face red with anger,
eyes blazing, hair flying wildly.
Yu Sui (shouting):
"Does your clan not have guavas!?"
"Why do you come every day to eat ours!?"
Mo Yan, smiling,
took another bite of the guava.
Mo Yan (innocently):
"We do… but none as sweet as these."
"They're sweet and sour… like you."
Yu Sui blinked in disbelief.
"Sweet and sour!?"
"You're a sour burp yourself!"
"Why do you come every day!?"
Mo Yan stayed quiet for a moment.
Then climbed down from the tree,
looked straight into Yu Sui's eyes
"Because you're such a dummy."
Yu Sui squinted his eyes.
---
A Bond Beyond Borders
Their sweet banter continued every day.
Yu Sui was always angry,
Mo Yan always playful.
But one day, when Yu Sui didn't come,
Mo Yan sat alone under the tree the entire day.
He didn't even eat the guavas.
He just waited...
And that day he realized
this wasn't just habit.
It was a bond.
---
A boundary may divide two clans…
but the name written across two souls
can never be erased.
And that day… the story of two young princes
began for the first time ... with a guava.