I came to Chang'an to set up a fortune-telling stall and scrape by. Crookedly scrawled across the sign were four words: Yun Ying the Divine Fortune-Teller. I never expected my first customer to be the young general Huo Qubing. He said my handwriting was terrible, and then he started coming every day.
Later, he became the man who brought me noodles every day, shielded me from trouble, and walked me home at dusk. The history books say he was a dazzling but short-lived shooting star, but with me, he doesn't have to burn himself out. I only want him to know that life is worth living, and that a quiet, steady love can last.
A cup of hot tea's worth of time, and a story from Chang'an. Come sit down and listen, slowly.
I also want to be free like this
Interesting book