Lost thread: love in our lifetimes (Book 1)

Under a cherry blossom tree, a figure of stunning elegance, Chanxin, sat with eyes that steamed with an irresistible attractiveness. Her fair-white skin seemed to glitter, catching the subtle reflections of the sun filtering through the petals. Her long, black hair, carefully combed and adorned with simple, cheap accessories, dazzled lightly. Her lips, as red as the fallen petals, parted softly as she sighed, a subtle frown marring her otherwise beautiful face, hinting at a deep-seated sadness.

She held a wooden scroll, her eyelids heavy as if she fought to stay awake, her pointed nose rising and falling with each gentle breath. Her style was unassuming, yet acceptable. On her face, an odd mix of rudeness and joy seemed etched.

“This record is so old, but touching!” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. “What sensitive words captured in here… ah, but right at the end, it blossoms with regrets.” She sighed again, a sound that seemed to escape her despite herself. She stretched, a small yawn escaping her lips, before placing the scroll on the table beside her.

“What a pity! Today is God Bowen’s tablet rituals, but that old woman will always refuse my little desire to watch more of it.”