Porcelain Melody

Three years ago, she was chosen to succeed the Goddess. The day arrows tore through the air, her entire clan was wiped out, leaving only her alive. Three years later, her old illness flared up again, and her close friend, a miracle-working physician, half-carried and half-dragged her home. Wind chimes rang beneath the eaves, and an old woman hurried out to meet them. Her whole body burned with fever. Over and over, she murmured just one thing: “I didn’t…” No one knew what she hadn’t done. No one knew why she was still alive.