The second time we met, I was tasked to open her extraordinary meridians, to help her regain her divine powers soon. She called me “pretty sister” for no apparent reason, and instead of being annoyed, I was drawn to her innocence. I saw into her eyes, so clear and even more spirited than I imagined. Watching her playful and troubled sides, a peculiar affection was sprouting within me. Opening her meridians went smoothly, unexpectedly with the help of the Fairy of the Recluse, making the process much easier. At that time, he was beautiful, holy, but that sweetness, that purity, that innocence remained…
That day, she saw images in the illusion mirror, shedding purple tears that turned into pure purple crystals falling to the earth. Such a poignant scene almost made me lose my composure, watching her tears fall, her delicate face streaked with tears, those purple eyes now so melancholy, shrouded in mist. Perhaps it was then, or perhaps long before, that the seed in my heart had already sprouted, growing uncontrollably, slowly taking root in my heart… reaching the point of madness. Who was he? He was Bai Hua Yu Xian, the leader of all the floral deities. Perhaps this title was glorious in the eyes of others, but to him, it was an irony. He was a man! A true man with all that entails, yet his face, more enchanting than any woman’s, made him the Jade Immortal of Hundred Flowers. It was laughable; he was supposed to be born a woman but by some twist of fate, ended up in the wrong body…
Knowing this truth, he found it both laughable and pitiful. Why? With a woman’s beauty, why not live freely as a woman? Often mistaken for a woman, if everyone thought so, wouldn’t he become some exotic creature, admired like a vase…
Entering the divine realm, he was the esteemed Bai Hua Yu Xian, renowned across the three realms. This honor only deepened his sense of irony, a man being the Fairy of Hundred Flowers, a rarity unheard of in tens of thousands of years in the divine realm, causing quite a stir. The looks of awe, respect, admiration, or disdain were commonplace to him. He was a man with the appearance of a woman, not knowing if it was a blessing or a curse. He often wondered, if he were truly a woman, perhaps there would be fewer troubles.
That sprite-like girl, with her mischief, her innocence, her cunning, had entered his world, changing his world completely, filled with mixed emotions all because of her. Looking at the three cherry trees in the garden of myriad flowers, he thought of her. That girl, was she doing well? Why did he miss her so much after just a few days apart? Where did this unease come from?
