What they both desired was never the kind of love found at first sight, ardent and intense.
Lacking worldly charm, by nature they loved the hills and mounds.
The way of husband and wife between them was simply an eight-character proverb: finding pleasure in each other's company and not growing weary with time.
Who then could say such a marriage wouldn't last?
With green hills in one's heart, why follow others to gaze at the blooming peach trees?
Fang Geyu did not dislike these peaceful and serene memories.
Yet, she knew what kind of undercurrents hid behind this tranquility.
Otherwise, why would the great serpent, a divine dragon, devour carcasses and conceal itself within, sinking into the Mohe and falling into Chenyuan?
The scene before her eyes shifted again, after countless springs and autumns had passed.
The strife between the righteous and the demonic was nearing its end.
