Sunny sighed, sitting at the edge of her seat in her restaurant, legs swinging listlessly. Today was a slow day. Slow days were no good. She disliked the emptiness of a place, where there was no laughter nor hustle bustle in the background to distract her from her thoughts. She didn’t like being left to her thoughts much. Her thoughts always strayed back to- no, she would not think of him.

It had been what, 40 years? Yet, her memories of him remained as starkly sharp as the day she left. Even those bits and pieces of her past self, draped in silks and adorned with jades, she still saw herself, silly naïve Kim Sun staring adoringly at her king. She remembered even the very first time they met, both in this life and the last.

She was balancing two pure white porcelain bowls on her shoulder, taking one precarious step after the other. Gingerly lifting her long pink skirts off the ground, she carefully walked. Feeling a gaze on her, she looked up and into the dark eyes of a young man. His face was shadowed by a peasant’s hat and suddenly, he grinned at her, pearly whites flashing and dimples creasing his face. She smiled back. Her bowls she was balancing slipped off her shoulders and came crashing to the ground. On hindsight, it was an ominous sign. But it was too late. She fell.

**

It was a normal day. She was heading back to her chicken shop after a well-deserved break. She passed a vendor selling trinkets when glimmer of green caught her eye and she stopped, reaching out for the piece of jade. It was beautiful and it felt like it belonged to her. As she was reaching for it, another hand brushed past hers, in search of the same object. She looked up into the eyes of the most beautiful man she had ever seen. His eyes were watery, gleaming with unshed tears. A pang of longing welled up in her heart. Yet again, she