Before going into seclusion, Mo Yuan wrote Seventeen a letter. Mo Yuan knew if he saw her, that he wouldn’t be able to let her go. He wrote and rewrote his letter, subconsciously prolonging the delivery of it to Seventeen. Letting her go was the hardest thing that Mo Yuan had ever done in his life. His heart ached, and his eyes watered when he thought of her. Mo Yuan wondered if death would have been easier because he felt a part of himself dying with every word he wrote.
I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. Thank you for making the last 70,000 the best years of my life. I may not have said it enough but you were and always will be the best part of me. I feel honored to have loved you, as you gave yourself so selflessly to me time and time again.
As much as my love for you is strong, my dedication to being the Master of Kunlun Mountain is even stronger. In order for me to remain the proper Shifu to all the disciples, it is best for me to return to my life of celibacy and live without carnal desires. This is for the good of all realms that I am sworn to protect.
It is my hope that you will marry Ye Hua and live happily beside him. I always thought you were well suited for each other. Perhaps one day, many years from now, we can meet again as Shifu and disciple.
As difficult as it is for me to leave you, I hope you won’t grow to hate me for my decision to let you go. It is for the good of everyone and all realms. I know my little Seventeen understands her Shifu the most.
My little Seventeen, don’t cry too long. Cry only a little and forget me and our time as lovers. I will do the same.
Mo Yuan broke down and cried in heavy sobs after he had finished his letter to his beloved little Seventeen. Years after his seclusion, Mo Yuan still teared up whenever he thought about his little Seventeen.
he thought about his little Seventeen.
To be continued………