Faint shadows crisscrossed the walls of Lutai. Countless dark figures flashed past, and gleaming arrows came slicing through the air.
I curled my lips into a cold smile, but I no longer had the strength to do anything. Die, die. Let me die like this.
There was no joy in living this life. The most beautiful years of my life turned to ashes in an instant, impossible to hold on to. The moment I opened my hand, they scattered into dust. They were even worse than the passing years: everything was gray, murky, nothing but dirt and smoke, utterly devoid of beauty.
My eyes slowly closed, and my hands fell limp at my sides. Let my three hun and seven po scatter here.
The old nanny said that when the soul-summoning messengers came to call, they would call out the soul's name.
But I had no name of my own. Even in death, I would die under another woman's name. That woman was called Daji, Su Daji.
Su Daji. Little Flower~Where are you~