A single stroke to paint an eyebrow sealed a love meant to last a lifetime; a single songbird brought peach blossoms raining from the sky.
When they first met, he pressed a finger to her forehead. His smiling face, as he fanned himself, was etched into her mind.
When her family was destroyed, she thought back to their newlywed days, and all she felt was bitter irony. When her kingdom fell, she stood atop the city wall in a blazing red wedding dress, murmuring a prayer for his safety and good health.
She regretted it, yet accepted it. The tricks fate plays on us are always too painful to look back on.
She hated him, yet still thought of him: the man who stood by the Qinhuai River and beckoned to her.
