The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the day of reunion. A red lantern is hung on the eaves of every palace.
I ran down the long street, my clothes were thin, and it was freezing cold. I knew I couldn't stop. Once I stopped, they would catch up with me, dragging me, pulling me, begging me on their knees to let me run slower, like a princess.
I can't.
Because the person lying dying on the bed now is their emperor, their patron saint, the person they can ask for at will; it is their king and father, the husband they have never treated sincerely.
But he is just my brother and the love of my life.
Intention: If you are destined to be my shackles, why should I struggle to break free.