The Wild Geese Fly to Chang'an

My amnesiac wife came for me, sword in hand. Three years ago, she fell off a cliff. When she woke up, she remembered everyone except me. She looked at me like I was no better than a stray dog by the roadside. I waited on her for a month, feeding her medicine and washing her feet. She said my hands were dirty. Then I ran away. I came to this little town in Jiangnan, opened a noodle shop, and changed my name to Li Goudan, figuring I could spend the rest of my life this way. But today, she came. She kicked open the shop door, and the tip of her sword, named Jinghong, stopped just an inch from my throat. The sword wind ruffled the hairs at the back of my neck