She traced the strokes in her palm, mentally repeating them. Her heart remained tightly wound, keeping watch to see if the military physician or his two apprentices were paying her any attention; she was so distracted that her focus wavered more than once.
Finally, when she turned back, Xiao Yunsheng had finished writing as well. Jiang Yue had not seen what the characters were.
Many years later, when this moment was recounted, Jiang Yue would suddenly understand. It was a joke the General’s sister had once heard as a child. What he had traced in her palm was the character "Sheng" from his own name, while she had left the character "Yue" in his. The warmth of their clasped hands was enough to brand them, ensuring they would never be parted.
Chapter 107