Han Liang came to Ying Mountain on a mission.
Yuan Yu was never supposed to be part of it.

One carries the blood of the White Dragon.
The other hears what jade stones remember—fragments of the past, and whispers of what has yet to come.

Their paths cross beneath falling peach blossoms.

A rooftop.
A single glance.
A moment that should have meant nothing.

It didn't.

As the truth begins to surface, the past refuses to remain in the past. Old betrayals and old revenge awaken once more, while the shadows surrounding the Imperial Palace grow ever darker.

In a world ruled by powerful sects, ancient bloodlines, and wars fought from the shadows, some connections are more dangerous than open enemies.

And some things, once begun, cannot be stopped.

A slow-burn BL wuxia romance of political intrigue, hidden powers, palace conspiracies, ancient bloodlines, revenge, and a pomegranate tree planted long before either of them knew why.

Yuan Yu, you are a flower still unopened upon the branch of spring. With my eyes closed, I still listen for you.


Chapter 1 - Before the story begins…