There was a mysterious woman who stayed with my father for a long time until his death.
I have never met her. The strange thing is that my father did not give her a title, but he seems to love her very much, even though my father does not seem to love someone deeply.
The Jianjia Pavilion where she lived is still empty.
Until one day I saw a piece of silk with three or two sentences crookedly written on it. It was not a pretty word, but my father actually carried it close to his body.
Written on silk...
I seem to have discovered a big secret.
Intention: To live.