One day, while heading south to investigate a case, he stopped at an inn in a scenic little town and ran into her. She was perched excitedly on the counter, feet kicked up, telling her husband about the jianghu tale the storyteller had shared that day. Whenever she reached an exciting part, she gestured wildly and hopped about like a lively little butterfly. He stood in the corner, and tears suddenly fell. In that instant, his face was streaked with tears. His attendant quietly wondered aloud what that woman did. He heard himself choke out, "She's the little swallow who has haunted my dreams."
