I can understand everything, yet you alone remain beyond my understanding.
The figure before the dressing table always seems lonely and sorrowful; the bronze mirror reveals no emotion.
A golden phoenix pendant, ink-black hair like flowing brocade, a face like the moon, yet shrouded in frost and keeping everyone at a distance.
Pure white pear blossoms stained with blood, each mark a blade driven into my heart.
Must you hurt me this way?
Beneath the falling blossoms, hatred was fixed in place. Amid the chaos of war, one mistake brought regret to one and pain to another.
You smiled sweetly, but never at me.
Three years together could not dispel the gloom or warm your heart. What do you want me to do?
If I died, would even one tear be shed for me?
Enough, enough. Knowing how it would end, why should I bring humiliation upon myself?
From this day on, my heart is dead and my hopes have fallen away. I will bring this wretched life to an end. You and I will go our separate ways, strangers at opposite ends of the world, with nothing more between us.
May the season when pear blossoms bloom in our next life find me on horseback and you with a zither, meeting by chance in silence. No more blood, no more hatred.
Do you know my heart?
No longing, no resentment.
Only because you were born...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
