"Jin'er..." Her mother called her by name, but she saw him, the heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Baijin.
When he suddenly turned his head, she actually mistook it for a moment of unspoken understanding. He stood in flowing white robes, looking weary, yet the sound of her name brought a little hope and longing to his eyes.
Only years later did she understand that it was merely because of that name...
"Su Jin..." "Bai Jing'er..."
In the Kingdom of Baijin, a woman ranked just below the empress bore a name pronounced the same as hers.
"My maiden name is Jin'er..." By the time she had finally let go, that name once again drove her to push away the fate that should have been hers...
Where would the woman of Baijin and Su go from here? The pride and resolve she had tried so hard to conceal were smeared by her own hand with an air of carelessness and frivolity.
When she stood at the summit of the capital, she realized that it had all been for nothing. Only the hem of her purple skirt danced among the soldiers on the battlefield.
"Su Jin. Su Jin."
Though she had become The Outcast, second only to one and above tens of thousands, she began to doubt the purpose she had once pursued.
"Wife. Wife."
All she had ever hoped for was just a little warmth and trust.
Cherish the time, though fate's ties are fleeting; how can love's deep devotion be denied?
Tender passion seals the boudoir gates; palace locks confine the mortal world.
Where can the inexplicable coldness be melted? One can only sigh at the ordinary lamps of common homes.
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That name. Pansy. It's a beautiful name.
Acridine, I continue to be gray, gray, gray...
I'll come gray gray gray gray gray... By the way, the first few sentences are very well written. ><. When you pity, you cherish the fate. But the love is deep and tired. Very good, very good, very good. ~