For Whom the Umbrella Blooms [JX3]
Shen Xian Ci
Year after year, he painted umbrellas in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers.
New disciples of the sect always loved to buy a parasol from him.
The umbrellas he painted were indeed exquisitely beautiful.
Yet, inexplicably, they carried a hint of loneliness.
Was he waiting for a distant traveler? Or perhaps a lover who never returned?
Often, younger martial sisters would tease, "Senior brother, have you been waiting for that person?"
He would always smile and nod, "Ah, I already met them long ago."
When he spoke, he would habitually touch the pendant at his waist—
A pure white ornament, carved into the shape of a sword.
Perhaps it was the sword that person had carried in life,
Cold and sharp, yet softened slightly by its jade-like warmth...
**[Reading Guide]**
① This story features a *hua ge* as the bottom and a *xiu ye* as the top. Contains excessive drama.
② Pairing: Proud, stubborn, slightly aloof top × Gentle, ruthless, sickly bottom. May deviate from expectations—proceed with caution.
③ Set against the backdrop of the An Lushan Rebellion. Diverges from both the game and historical records. Click [×] if unacceptable.
④ Ends in *BE*. Final warning.