She knew it the year she married into the General's Mansion - there was someone living in his heart.
After that, she never came near him, never stayed in front of him for a moment longer.
It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't dare, and I shouldn't.
He lived in the west wing across a grove of bamboos and didn't come.
She said I don't blame you, I know you have someone else in your heart.
He was stunned.
He wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
When she left, she held a sprig of sweet-scented osmanthus in her hand. It was the tree that he had ordered to be moved and planted in the courtyard.
The corners of his mouth were curved, quietly.
That tree blooms every autumn, and the fallen flowers cover the green brick floor.
He walked under the tree day after day, and every fallen flower was like the one that fell on her shoulder when she stood under the tree and looked up at the flowers.
But she never expected that he would pick that flower for her.
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When she married him, she knew he loved someone else, so she didn't get close to him for ten years. By the time he finally took her hand, she was at the end of her rope.
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