"If, after waking from the dream, you still regard me as your husband,
then I will not forget you."
Having said this, the man hesitated no more and turned, stepping out of the small courtyard, his figure gradually swallowed by the wind. Lin Wanxiao leaned against the door and gazed after him, standing there for an unknown length of time. Even after he had left, she remained standing.
"Why call it a dream?"
The young lady murmured in confusion,
"Is he not my husband?"
The cold wind swept through the desolate courtyard.
It seemed as if her days of widowhood were about to begin anew.
...............
The twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.
A row of ridge beasts raised their heads toward the heavens, beneath them stretched vermilion palace walls. As the thirtieth approached, the palace and the world beyond bustled with activity, the busiest time of year.
