When Li Yuan wrapped himself in a robe, he returned to the room, moved aside the paperweight, and picked up the letter on the table to read.
'My dear husband, I need to leave for a while. I planned to wait for your return to tell you.
But time waits for no one, and I must go.
I will return in a month at the earliest, or three months at the latest.'
The slanted, sharp characters in ink appeared on the white paper.
They carried an inexplicable sinister aura, reminiscent of a dark path taken by unconventional demonic outsiders, like a king cobra hiding in the cracks of an earthen wall...
The signature was: Jing Shuixiang.
Li Yuan looked at this letter for a long time, then put it away, rose, and set off again, heading to the Vine Pavilion.
...
In mid-April, the vines were lush green.
This reminded Li Yuan of the 'forest elf-like worlds' he had read about before crossing over.
