forgotten.

How could she not acknowledge him? It was Yuezi’s job to take into account every soldier of Wu, and fortunately, her eidetic imagery helped her recognise every face and every name - even Han Dang’s. Besides, he was an important figure to her; she absolutely adored him. 

“As a matter of fact, yes, I would like your assistance.” Yuezi confirmed. “Father was supposed to go to the market with me to get ingredients for today’s lunch, but something came up and he couldn’t accompany me. I was wondering if you had the time to spare to aid me in my quest?” What she left out was the part about feeling lonely and grieving over her now deceased love, thus, needing a companion and distraction. 

“I was thinking about making meat saute for lunch. I have a feeling the army is getting bored of meat buns, and I’d like to whip up something new. What would you like for lunch, Master Han Dang?” 

 记得我 ;;     “Of course, my lady.” His lips curled upward as he gave a respectful                      and enthusiastic nod. Despite all of his efforts, he blended into the                      background for most; and it wasn’t that he was desperate to be                      remembered either. He simply wished to have his deeds and hard                      work recognized. At the end of the day, the foundations of Wu fell                      upon his shoulders too, and if he was forgotten, would the very                      thing they stood for be forgotten too? What about Sun Jian, or                      Sun Ce? What about the lives of every soldier, every innocent,                      every supporter of Eastern Wu’s forces? It was these very people                      that Han Dang stood for, because it was those who gave him                      purpose from wandering aimlessly as a youxia.

@casuallyforgotten

“But Father, you promised you would help me shop for groceries,” Yuezi was disappointed, but she understood that her father had to tend to an emergency, and that he would never blow her off at the last minute. Not wanting for further guilt, she accepted that she would have to make the trip alone. “No, I’m sorry, Father. I will be fine on my own. You have troops you must tend to.” She smiled softly and embraced her father before they parted ways. “I love you, Father. Take care.” 

Her head down, basket in her hands, Yuezi made her way towards the gate. The army was running low on food, and Yuezi thought an errand would help distract her mind off recent loss. At least feeding the army would be all she thought about instead of grief. Her eyes closed, she brought her head back up and took a breath, exhaling any sad emotion she was feeling. When she opened her eyes back up, her vision caught sight of a familiar fellow, and one who she found very pleasant to be around. At last, someone who could probably rub off positivity onto her. 

“Hello, Master Han Dang.” Yuezi greeted, approaching him. “Are you busy?” 

  记得我 ;;     “Hm?” His head lifted, soft eyes blinking in confusion. It was                       rare that he was acknowledged; he was forgotten by most                       regardless of his hard work, and though it often left him                       disappointed, he never let it deter him from what he believed                       to be right. He offered his services to Sun Jian who saw                       potential in him. But his efforts were primarily for the Sun                       family--for Wentai and his children, and whatever their hearts                       desired. For the most part.

                     “Of course not, Lady Yuezi!” His response came out rushed;                       for he was flustered some for having been recalled. Thankful                       he was, but unexpected as ever.

"Yes we have, and I think you should know my girls have been moping around like sad kittens!"

❤: a heartfelt text

sent at: 2:19 pm   •   I miss your company dearly, Ren. I have never met someone so much like myself, I feel that something is missing during your extensive absences.

   •   Though perhaps I’m simply getting old. With age comes the fondness of company, or so I’m told. It’s a good enough excuse for you to visit more often.

✈: a text while travelling

sent at: 4:33 pm   •   What do I get for the girls before I come back? I’m aware no one enjoys getting t-shirts of places they couldn’t go, and little trinkets will collect dust and be forgotten.

❤: a heartfelt text

sent at: 8:35 pm   •   My birthday is not worth the trouble of remembering, you know. There comes a time where you stop counting, where you forget about it altogether.

   •   But thank you for remembering. I suppose I’m beginning to forget about myself as well.

✴: an angry text

sent at: 6:32 pm   •   Why is your father showing you those embarrassing photos? Those are times in college I go out of my way to forget.

✈: a text while travelling

❤ : a heartfelt text

sent at: 8:05 pm   •   You’re looking more like your mother with every passing day.