Summary
My wife was only seventeen when she married me.
On our wedding night, she crouched by my wheelchair with a face full of curiosity, marveling at everything. “How do you hide those hidden arrows in your sleeve?”
“Why do you have so many scars on your hands?”
“Is your leg really broken? Do you still have feeling in your lower body? Can you still… do that?”
“…”
Her constant chatter woke the General’s Mansion from its cold silence.
It also awakened a numb soul.