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I’m A Ruan, a street flower girl who picked up an amnesiac, wounded young man one day. With a faint gold mark at his eye corner, his smile was softer than moonlight on the eaves—he fixed my broken bamboo basket, shielded me from a drunkard’s wine jar, and shared osmanthus cake with me at the alley. Until that day, the immortal seal on his forehead lit up, and the first thunderbolt of heavenly calamity struck. I realized the man who’d huddled with me by the fire in my shabby hut was Qing Heng, the immortal lord of the star river. Heavenly rules dictate that immortal-mortal love dooms souls to dissipation, but he held my hand, his fingers as cold as the snow that once fell on my hair: "A Ruan, I’ve never feared vanishing. What I fear is not telling you—I never loved the 'flower girl'—I loved the A Ruan who squatted beside me and gave me her last date." As the thunder grew fiercer, when he tried to shield me, I suddenly remembered his words: "An immortal’s calamity must be borne alone..."
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