On the day the engagement was broken off, Wen Shujin's witch clan awakened.
There is an extra circle of gray lines on the left hand, which feels slightly hard to the touch - the price is memory. Every time you use witchcraft, you forget something. First she forgot the name of the first herb her mother taught her, then the color of her mother's clothes, and finally the way her mother looked at her.
She drew her mother's face and after finishing the last stroke, she found that she could no longer remember what her mother looked like.
The break-up of the engagement was a trick arranged by the stepmother. The death of his mother, ten years of exile, and the secrets of the Hou Mansion—all related to an old military ration case. She exchanged her memory for the power of prying eyes, and gradually uncovered the bottom of the military ration case. Every step took something away from her.
Until I met Xiao Jue.
He said: "I'm not spying on you, I'm waiting for you."
He investigated the military ration case for three years. She researched the cause of her mother's death for eleven years. The two people, each carrying their own secrets, came together slowly and restrainedly, one after another in the Mingqian Longjing, one after another, with notes after notes.
But the costs are still rising.
Gray lines spread from the fingertips to the collarbone. She wanted to use witchcraft one last time - not for revenge, but to remember her mother. The price is to lose all the witchcraft power and become an ordinary person.
She chose to remember.
Under the crabapple tree, she and Xiao Jue drank tea together. The concubine is doing homework next to her. The wind blew the petals into the teacup, but she didn't fish them out.
"The seeds have fallen."
——It turns out that living is harder and better than revenge.
Intention: Exchange memory for power, exchange power for truth, and exchange truth for the rest of your life.