“Boats rock on the river, curtains beckon from the upper floor. Qiuniang Ferry and Tainiang Bridge; the wind blows, the rain falls. When will I return home to wash the travel dust from my robe? The silver-piped sheng plays, the heart-shaped incense burns. Time slips away and leaves us behind, reddening the cherries...”
.
“If you think I am a traitor, treacherous and scheming, and don't want to come with me, I'll accept that.”
She rose to see her guest out, but Shen Xuan caught her hand.
“I don't think that at all. If you rebel, I'll stand with you.”
A rebellion betrayed and crushed, a once-proud prodigy left a cripple after defeat. The pride and blood stolen from her became the fuel for her courageous return.
The traitors strutted back onto the stage, worshipped by thousands on their knees, yet haunted in their midnight dreams by the betrayal they could never escape.
She clamped a hand around that person's neck and met his cold, indifferent gaze. The familiar scent of sandalwood reached her, but she could no longer bring herself to tighten her grip. Dejected, she let go of him, and tears slid from the corners of her eyes.
“Why... did you lie to me?”
