On a snowy night, she carried a blood-soaked man back from the mountain path. Nine wounds, half a waist token. When she asked his name, he shook his head.
She gave him one: Ajiu.
A year at the Spring Mountain Herb Cottage. He chopped wood, climbed onto the roof, and carefully weighed down the leaking tiles one by one. He tied a red cord around her wrist and said, "When I remember who I am, I'll marry you."
At the Lantern Festival, the streets were packed. From behind a carriage curtain, someone called, "Your Excellency, Commander."
He let go of her hand. "Miss, you've mistaken me for someone else."
Later, in court, she was forced to sign a confession. He stood below the steps in his embroidered flying-fish robe and said in front of everyone:
"I do not know this woman."
If someone forgets you, did they ever love you?
If someone remembers what they did, do they deserve to come back?
Snow fell again on Spring Mountain. He knelt outside, splitting the firewood one log at a time. The bowl of bitter medicine by the stove was still warm.
The door opened only a crack.
[Everyday Life] [Emotional Drama]
[Life in the Mountains]
