I served as Xie Wuwang's substitute for three years.
The day he came back, I packed my luggage quietly.
After all, in the past three years, he has been shouting other people's names in his sleep.
When I walked to the door, Xie Wuwang pulled me with red eyes: "You are not allowed to leave."
I lowered my head and opened his hand: "A substitute must have the consciousness of a substitute."
Later I married a poor scholar.
Xie Wuwang came to the door with his sword in hand and asked in a dumb voice: "What do you love about him?"
"I love that when he holds me in his arms in the middle of the night, he never calls me the wrong name."
