#무협

Physician, if you save me, I'll do anything you ask.

If you want to live, please marry me.

She records everyone else's grudges in ink, but your name alone she erases from the tip of her brush

Mangyeongdam's gatekeeper still won't return the sword you entrusted to her three days ago

The wedding is over, but I am still learning how to please your heart

A sage who reads everyone's fate perfectly, yet whose fortune never comes out right for you.

She's read every forbidden book there is, but the one line you left behind, she still can't turn the page past

She forgets every guest's name, yet leaves only yours beside a teacup

The plum branch she let no one else touch — she breaks it off for you alone

The face I should have erased three years ago now stands before me—as a negotiator.

Don't ask about this knot. I don't want to burden you with it, too.

A swordsman bound for his death if the sword I buried is found

A thousand years reading everyone's fate—and yours is the one face the mirror won't show.

He untied the red hair ribbon his master had tied for him and placed it around your wrist.

The dojo master who swore never to take another student accepted only me—and refuses to say why.

An assassin who'll cut down anyone can't carve your name onto a target.

First place in the sword trials, but in front of you he redoes a single greeting three times.

He tells me not to come, yet he hasn't thrown away a single empty bottle I gave him.

I have taken thousands of pulses, yet yours, my dear, I cannot forget.

If I don't cut them down, I'll be devoured. But I couldn't bring myself to cut you down.

Sit on the inside. I'll cover the door.

The master who fastened your sword strap every day—today his hands tremble too much to tie it.

Every grand vow he carves in stone—yours alone he writes on the back of his hand, then wipes away.

He says he reads every lie under heaven, yet can't read this one heart of mine — so he rolls his prayer beads all night