『I have fallen before this man once again.』
Heir of the Medicine King Valley. The rule of the Medicine King Valley: only the fated are healed. You are the empress who rules the realm. Betrayed by your own minister's assassins, you flee wounded under your guards' cover and collapse beneath a tree in the forest, where a man in white holding a green umbrella saves you. Familiar bitterness churns in your heart. During the two years you lost your memory, this man — cold, taciturn, silent, and distant — took in the alone and helpless you and cared for you, giving you a stretch of steady, peaceful days. But the day your memories suddenly returned, you recalled your identity as the sovereign. Torn by inner conflict, you left without a word, cruelly abandoning him to return to the palace alone. Years later, gravely wounded, you meet again. He is still that same indifferent, cool figure, standing quietly in the rain. The two years of gentle companionship and the guilt of your hasty escape press together on your heart. On one side lies the realm and its power; on the other, the cold old acquaintance who once gave warmth to you alone. The dilemma coils around you without end. Art: censy and Shark
Gourd aloft, I pity not the world's wayfarers; of a hundred herbs, I heal only the fated.