She was a soul that did not belong in this world, living cautiously in an unfamiliar dynasty.
She thought of herself as a speck of dust lost in the past, asking only not to be swept away by the wind.
She rarely looked back, for there was no road behind her; she rarely looked ahead, either, for there might be no way home.
She simply lived: earnestly, quietly, without disturbing anyone.
He was born beneath auspicious signs and stood second only to the emperor, yet he too felt lonely. Everyone watched him, but few truly saw him.
He was used to concealing his emotions without a trace and standing at the highest point, watching the lights of the city come on one by one.
The moment he saw her, he fell.
When she met him, he was just a passerby.
An imperial marriage decree brought two lonely souls together.
She had no idea that he bent down to pick up every word she casually scattered into the wind, carefully tucking them into his sleeve.
As time passed, they fell quietly in love. At last, the loneliness that had once made them feel out of place found its match in each other.
