When she became her, she swallowed everything whole.
The loneliness of being cut off from the world, the kidnapping on her first trip to the market, the sorrow of a brilliant pearl covered in dust: none of it could break or crush her, though she seemed so fragile.
In her previous life, she was a master’s student. In ancient times, all she could do was chop wood, carry water, empty the night soil, and work as a shop assistant.
But none of that was to be her final state in life.
Shallow, decorative, pretentious: she wiped away every trace of these labels that had been branded onto her. Her hard-working, resilient spirit drew one smoldering gaze after another.
Let love follow its own course. It cannot be forced!
When you bloom, butterflies will come. When you shine, Heaven will make its own arrangements.
