I opened a tavern on the border, but the business was slow and my life was poor.
I picked up a woman in the snow. She lost her memory and was covered in injuries.
I casually named her Azhao and said she was my cousin.
She believed it. Chopping firewood, cooking, and chasing away troublesome customers made me the most diligent worker in my shop. There is nothing wrong with him except that he looks a little too good-looking, fights a little too neatly, and always presses his hand under the pillow as if he is touching something when he sleeps.
The days were going on like this.
Until the day when the Beirong army invaded the border, I crowded on the city wall to watch the excitement - the new emperor was marching in person, and in front of the tens of thousands of troops, the figure in silver armor and red robes rode out from the dynasty's army formation.
She took off her helmet and looked up at the city wall.
I can see that face every morning when I open my eyes.
She gestured at me:
"Wait until I get home for dinner."
