The first time I met Xie Heng, he was curled up in the snow like a dying dog.
I opened his frozen hand and stuffed half a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and half a jade pendant: "Stay alive."
We reunited at the palace banquet ten years later. He was the newly appointed General of Zhenbei, and I was the top dancer of the Jiaofang Division.
When all the princes and princes in the audience stood up to toast him, he walked through the crowd and grabbed my wrist: "Shen Zhiyi, where is your jade pendant?"
I smiled and pulled my hand back: "General, you got the wrong person."
Until that night he broke into my boudoir, with two halves of a jade pendant lying in his palm.
Under the candlelight, his eyes were scarlet: "You said you would wait for me back then, does it still count?"
