Xi Xiaomeng's astonishment was met with a faint smile from Ji Ruyan, "Yes. Later, a locust tree grew on the cliff where they had taken their lives together, and incredibly, a vine wrapped itself around the tree, blooming in clusters. The flowers were purple with hints of blue, dazzling like the clouds at sunset, and extremely beautiful. Descendants call the flowers on this vine the Wisteria Flower. Wisteria needs to wind around a tree to live, unable to survive alone. Hence, some say the girl is the incarnation of the wisteria, and the locust tree is the incarnation of the man in white. The wisteria lives for love and perishes for it."
Lives for love, perishes for it.
Luo Shunchen looked deeply at the string of wisteria flowers in Ji Ruyan's hand, his thoughts seemingly profound.
To live and die together, that kind of affection, he didn't think he was capable of it.
