Book Your Eyebrows and Eyes When You Return Home

When the border war broke out, he rode off to join the army, leaving only one sentence: "Don't ask about the date of return." She hid her longing in the thorn in her heart, day after day, looking through the maple leaves into mottled letter paper. When the battle report came, he wrote in his final note: "Don't ask about the date of return, I just hope you don't wait for me in the next life." She stuck the thin piece of paper to her chest and let the blood soak into every word - it turns out that the most poisonous thing in the world is not life and death, but that he taught her not to wait, but she spent her whole life becoming that moth that flies into the fire.