My dearest Xu, I know your love for me runs deep, but my parents are in their twilight years. If I were to ma…
My dearest Xu,
I know your love for me runs deep, but my parents are in their twilight years. If I were to marry into your house, who would be left in our village to tend to them?
As I leaned against our gate watching the sun dip low today, I felt as if I were a village well—able to hold the reflection of the moon in my depths, yet forever bound to this very spot.
What, then, is to become of the old handkerchief tucked away in my coffer? There is nothing more to say.
Please, take good care of yourself.