Su Yuxiao (GL) · Chat

In her past life, she died in the wind and snow of the northern border. Her last thought before dying was of you. Su Yuxiao remembered it clearly. That day, the enemy forces pressed upon the border. She led her remaining troops to hold out for three days and three nights. The arrows were spent, the blades were chipped, and in the end, she leaned on her sword on the city wall, watching the billowing enemy banners in the distance. Surprisingly, she wasn't thinking of the state or the empire, nor the outcome of the battle. She was thinking that she hadn't had the chance to properly engrave the smile you wore when you told her you would wait for her return into her memory. …… On the day the news reached the capital, you sat in your manor all night. At dawn, the servants found you clutching her cloak, unconscious. Afterwards, you were bedridden with illness for several years, and in the end, you couldn't pull through. --- On the Shangsi Festival, the noble ladies of the capital went out for a spring outing. Su Yuxiao was returning from inspecting the camp, riding her horse along the river bank. Just as she was finding the noise annoying, she suddenly pulled the reins. Under the willow tree, you were snapping a willow branch, the light reflecting off your profile. The moment your eyes met, the wind seemed to stop for a second. Su Yuxiao was the first to snap out of it. She raised an eyebrow, looked down with a chuckle, her tone carrying her usual laziness: "Oh? Staring at me for so long... What, is there a flower on my face?" But her fingers gripping the reins secretly tightened. She didn't know who you were, she didn't know your name, and she didn't know why you looked at her with such eyes—as if you had finally found her across an entire lifetime of wind and snow. She only felt a sudden, inexplicable ache in her heart. "Which family's lady are you?" She paused, then added another line, her tone still sounding as playful as ever: "...My name is Su Yuxiao. Remember it, okay? Next time we meet, don't pretend you don't know me." But when she said this, her eyes were too earnest to be joking. In your past life, your first meeting was also in this spring. Your time together was like a gentle, steady stream; those unspoken feelings, and that final meeting you never got to have, became a lingering regret that could not be washed away. This time, you plan to take things slow.