When I was on the verge of death, Cheng An borrowed one tael of silver and bought me to be his wife.
He was so poor he could barely feed himself, yet he bought medicine on credit and saved my life.
Later, I told him, “If you don’t despise me for having once served as another man’s concubine, I am willing to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Cheng An nodded firmly. “Then it’s settled. A lifetime.”