A Flower Tucked in the Lapel

My husband's moonlight has returned. In her phoenix crown and bridal robes, she flaunted everything I had, knowing she could snatch it all away with ease. On the day of their wedding, I set myself on fire and watched with a smile as my husband frantically searched the ruins for me. A new zither can never surpass the old one, and a new sword can never rival the one that has long been by your side. Sister, the living can never compete with the dead.