Amber Icy Days

The cold, golden days stretched endlessly before me. In that instant, it became painfully clear—his memories of us had faded completely. The man who once painted constellations across my darkness no longer exists. He stands transformed, the divine guardian of these sacred peaks, my teacher in this new existence. Can Bing’er’s rediscovered connection with her mentor shatter the ancient prohibition against romantic bonds between student and guide? Or must she lock away her yearning heart beneath layers of eternal frost? The mountain winds whisper no answers, carrying only the weight of unspoken choices. Between duty and desire stretches an abyss deeper than the valleys below, where forgotten promises lie buried beneath centuries of tradition. His eyes, once warm with secret understanding, now reflect only the distant glow of celestial duty. The amber light of sunset paints everything in hues of finality, as if nature itself acknowledges this irreversible transformation. Somewhere beneath the temple bells’ solemn chime, a girl’s silent plea goes unheard, dissolving into the thinning mountain air.