An Old Letter

Blurb One: The first time I remember seeing you, you were so humble you seemed to blend into the dust. Flames surrounded us, and you stood alone, silent and wordless. I almost took the blame for the terrible crime of having your entire clan executed. Now that we've met again, you're just an inconspicuous little beggar on the street. I find you filthy, but I'm still willing to tug at your sleeve. "A Yan, let's go home." I don't know how many disguises you wear, and I can't tell which one is the real you, but I have no regrets. I won't let you die beyond recognition. I'll bear the burdens you carry, as long as you're safe. But why can't I find you anymore? I'll wait for you to come back. A Yan, where are you? Should I come find you? ... Let's go home... Look, it's snowing. Your Shu'er has come back...

Blurb Two: "Um, well, this lady is a little afraid of getting dirty, you know." (disdainful)

"Mu Nan, bring me a handkerchief."

"Uh, miss, this... this isn't enough."

"Mu Nan..."

"All right, all right."

"Young man, you're so dirty from head to toe that I can't even see what you look like. So don't blame me for being rough." (Mm... go ahead.)

"Young man, what's your name?"

"Fu Jiuyan."

"Oh, that's too hard to say. I'll just call you A Yan."

"..."