Back then, snow fell lightly from the sky. The world around us was a blur of white, and I couldn't see a thing. A million snowflakes lay between us, yet I watched you walk slowly toward me, every detail clear. You carried an ivory fan with sixteen ribs, wearing a smile that wasn't quite a smile. You came closer, but not for me.
Still, luckily, you liked me, just as I liked you. I thought our days would go on like that: you'd come to ask for my hand, then marry me before everyone's eyes. My heart was brimming with joy.
But would fate be fate if it didn't play tricks on us? No one could stop the hand behind the scenes, turning the clouds and rain. Your older brother shattered everything.
