Two jade cups. One stands drained—the seal of your pact to fulfill her request. The other remains half-full, i…
Two jade cups. One stands drained—the seal of your pact to fulfill her request.
The other remains half-full, its warmth lingering. A faint trace of rouge marks the rim.
You know neither her name, nor if the "strings" you retrieved were truly what she sought.
You only know that on a day like this, wine turns cold quickly.
She must have taken great pains to ensure this wine remained warm enough to soothe your throat.
This is her gift—and the only trace she has left behind.