He owed her his whole life, but he paid for it with a silver hairpin. She walked into her enemy's palace wearing a wedding dress, and he broke into the wedding banquet on the night of taking concubines - the moment they looked at each other across the candlelight, their bodies recognized each other, and their minds were still calculating each other.
She thought he was a usable knife, and he thought atonement was the only way to get close to her. She opened her palm, and he rode his horse into the wind and snow, but stopped outside the wall. He finally understood that she was not a little girl who needed to be bandaged by him. But he still loved her for thirteen years, but it took her thirteen years to find out who he was.
This is the story of two people who have been sober all their lives and fall for each other.
There is no misunderstanding, no betrayal, and no hatred between them. There was only a blood-contracted oath, a pair of butterfly hairpins that merged into one, and an answer that started from the word "wait" with half of it smashed off on the mud floor of the hunting ground and was slowly written over nineteen years.
