The first time, she was given to someone else as a concubine for the sake of her master.
This concubine seemed to make no difference whether she was there or not.
Later, she met him.
This time, once again for the sake of her master, she was sent to someone else.
The only difference was that she met him.
The woman lifted the curtain of the bright red bridal sedan chair:
It was a longing etched into her bones, a love engraved upon her heart.
