The day Shen Wan'an returned to Chang'an, the snow fell heavily.
Ten years in exile, both legs crippled, his entire family wronged.
He came back in a wheelchair, covered in scars and with a whole game of chess laid out before him.
Someone clapped him on the shoulder and said, “Brother, I’ll stand by you.”
Someone pricked him with silver needles and said, “Brother, you’ll walk again.”
Someone pushed his wheelchair and said, “Brother, let’s go home.”
But he only smiled and said nothing.
Because he knew:
Some people couldn’t stay by your side for long.
Some roads were meant to be walked alone.
No romance · Court intrigue · Revenge
May every year bring peace to Wan'an.
