Fu Hanmang is a sword that has yet to be drawn.
She once said she belonged to no one, and only wanted to take care of her own affairs.
If she hadn't met them, she might never have married.
She had never given it a thought.
But the story unfolded as naturally as water flowing along its course.
"Our bond was written long ago. All that remained was for us to meet."
-----Monologues-----
"Neither age, status, nor any other factor can create a gap between our souls. You are someone I deeply admire."
"Ahem... I know it's a little early to say this, but I want you to know that wherever you are, I'll always protect and support you."
"Do you remember... that rainy day? You were wearing a pale green dress. I thought I'd encountered a ghost, but science told me it was just my heart playing tricks on me. I wanted to know you, to see the parts of you beyond your radiance."
"I want to be Miss Potato Chips' one and only absolutely invincible, super-cute best friend! Just promise that whenever you see something delicious, you'll think of me, and I'll give you my favorite snacks."
(No conspiracies or superpowers in this story;
A cozy, heartwarming tone, with no set male lead;
Not an NP melodrama, and the plot has little to do with the game;
Updates are irregular, whenever inspiration strikes;
This is my first fanfic, so please be kind.)
