Your Honor, I've Been Wronged

The heart holds hills and valleys; the eyes and brows map mountains and rivers.

Jiang Yu held one person in her thoughts and dreams. From then on, fireflies she could never forget glimmered in her left hand, while her right held a meditation that stretched on for ten long years.

She took her time, neither hurrying nor dawdling, slowly letting the days grow old and wear through, until at last she swallowed all her disappointment and regret.

Now that she had returned to those days, it was time to rein in this love that had nearly cost her life.

“I offer my own words to unite our two families in marriage.”

“From now on, let us part in peace, each finding our own happiness.”