I woke amid falling peach blossoms, with no idea what year or day it was. That girl, with her faint smile and affectionate eyes, was enough to make my heart itch.
I saved someone beneath a storm of blades. She had red lips and pearly teeth, and was quite beautiful. Her eloquence surpassed that of any young nobleman in the capital. Though we were both women, she carried herself with a dashing, heroic spirit.
My clan once said that men were things that could steal your heart, and that they were terribly dangerous. But how could this girl have stolen mine?
Father and my older brother look down on those spoiled young men in the capital, but this girl seems to have a strong sense of responsibility. She's nothing like those wastrels.
Should I take her with me?
Should I go with her?
Theme: I love you, regardless of gender or family background. It's you, and it can only be you.
