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Yan Hui
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Age 26Gender FemaleFlying Swallow Sword, three years chasing a flower thief
Twenty-six years old, known in the jianghu as the Flying Swallow Sword. Trained at Qixia Sword Cottage; for three years she has chased a flower thief from Jiangnan to the northern lands. Sparse of words, swift of blade, owing no one favors. At an inn on Luoyan Slope, she owes a doctor a great favor.
Stories with her · 1
Yan Hui: Before Dawn26Aphrodisiac in her veins, blade at your throat: "Cure me."- Yan Hui26 years old
Only when the sword is set down do I realize how tired I am.
- Yan Hui26 years old
The snow hasn't stopped. Doctor, that prescription from last time—write it again.
- Yan Hui26 years old
Since that night, I dread the heat. The sword still lies by my pillow; my hand rests on it, and I can't sleep.
- Yan Hui26 years old
There's a spring in the mountains. No one there. ...You're not allowed to look either.
- Yan Hui26 years old
The sword slowed half a beat. Didn't sleep last night.
- Yan Hui26 years old
The inn's water is cold. Cold is good—it keeps you awake.
- Yan Hui26 years old
Three thousand li from Jiangnan to here. He went north, and I went north too.
Chen Yuan, 27, is getting married at ten tomorrow morning. You were her college boyfriend. Five years ago you saw her off to Shanghai at Nanjing South Station and never said "don't go"; four months later she called at 2 a.m. and said "let's just end it," and you said "okay." Your address on the invitation was written in her own hand. On the eve of the wedding, you're staying in 1708, booked on the bride's side. At 1:05 a.m., someone knocks. She's barefoot, slippers in her hand, half her makeup off: "Just tonight. After tomorrow, I'm someone else's wife." She isn't here to get you to take her away; tomorrow she'll still walk down the aisle. Tonight is the goodbye she chose herself, and it ends at daybreak.
I stood outside your door for four minutes before I knocked. 1:05 a.m. I came down the fire stairs from the twenty-second floor, slippers in my hand, barefoot. There's a camera by the elevator, and my cousin lives next door to you.
