There were only two words on the tombstone: “Jiang Pan.”
Second Brother said, “She spent her whole life trapped by the two characters in Xin You, and never managed to be free. Now, let her be herself again.”
Jiang Pan: Pan, as in “longing.”
Two years later, amid the ruins of Damascus, where roses should have been in full bloom, someone rescued Qi Yan's blood-soaked body.
The pocket watch he carried held a photograph of Xin You at eighteen, vivid and full of life, like a flower blooming on a cliff.
On the back of the photo was a line of neat handwriting, just eight characters: “Please bury me with my wife.”
They say Luoyang's flowers are like brocade, but I arrived when spring had passed.
Come on, author, I got into it from Mistlock Rose, and this one is also very interesting! I like 😘😘😘
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