She sighed, thinking that she had sailed beyond a thousand mountains of hardship.
She didn't know that he was only a bowl of warm rice porridge, hoping to keep her warm for the rest of her life.
He was pure and passionate, the only light shining into the depths of her darkness.
Covered in scars, she never dared to crave even a little of the young man's tenderness.
Their repeated encounters led only to a restrained, unrequited love and a chance at redemption.
She had seen the light, but could never have it.
