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Chapters (47)
  1. Cover
  2. Part I
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Part II
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Part III
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. DRAMATIS PERSONAE
  45. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  46. ALSO BY SUE LYNN TAN
  47. About the Publisher

He nodded. “Such a union goes against the laws of our realm. It was said the goddess fled to the world below, until she was ordered to return to the skies. Her husband braved great peril to follow her and after much suffering, they were finally allowed to reunite for a single day each year. The seventh day of the seventh lunar month, that the mortals celebrate as the Qixi Festival.”

In the past, I had been entranced by the romance and ethereal beauty of this myth. But after having suffered heartache of my own, my pity was roused. I could not help thinking of my parents and the similarities in their tale. Perhaps all such unions were doomed to tragedy, for what future could a mortal and immortal have when death divided them?

“Why do you look so sad, Xingyin?” Liwei leaned closer until his head grazed mine. “It’s just a story.”

Yet the mortals believed my father’s tale a myth, as they did that of my mother’s ascension to immortality. Perhaps the legends that touched us deepest were those spun from a wisp of truth.

“Is it true?” I wished it was not, that no one had to suffer so—their hearts locked in yearning, forever enmeshed in despair.

He was quiet for a moment. “Perhaps, a long time ago? This place is deserted now; there is no one here, but us.”

“Can any love be worth such misery? One night for a year of pain.”

His hand clasped mine, his grip firm and strong. “It depends.”

“On what?”

“On the night,” he said softly. “On what they were waiting for.”

Our shoulders brushed as we stood side by side, staring into the sea of infinite light. Silk rustled as he reached into his sleeve and drew out a hairpin, lacquered in all the hues of heaven, studded with clear stones. The one he had crafted for me, the one I had returned to him after his betrothal to another. My gaze lifted to his dark eyes, a warmth blooming through my body.

“When I gave you this before, I pretended it was a gift in exchange for yours. I was a coward for not saying what was in my heart then. When we parted the first time, I regretted that so much was left unsaid between us and I feared never to have the chance again.” His voice shook with emotion. “If you would have me, I would pledge myself to you—for now, forever.”