Separated by a time of chaos, he left for the battlefield,
leaving her alone to wait.
Everyone said he was dead,
but she refused to believe it.
She insisted on waiting.
She swallowed plain meals and weathered the wind, rain, and loneliness,
staying in their old home and holding fast to her original resolve, waiting year after year.
Until that day,
when the man, covered in the smoke of war, came limping toward her and said softly:
“Zhiyi, I’ve come to marry you.”
Half a lifetime of waiting, and at last, her devotion was rewarded.
