She once thought that the most hurtful thing in troubled times was separation, but it was not until later that she realized that the most painful thing was that he used his life to pave the way for her, but she waited for a long time, guarding letters that would never be updated, and painting a picture that would never wait for his return.
He hid his love in his pen and ink, buried his protection in his bones and blood, and used a small and unknown sacrifice to keep her safe for the rest of her life. And she held the brush he left behind in a foreign country, painting all her longing and despair. Only in the end did she understand that he had already written his life into the most sadistic love letter for the rest of her life.
