Ten Long Winters, No Spring

Synopsis

After my parents died in battle at the border, my brother was diagnosed with post-traumatic amnesia. Just because I slapped the fake heiress once, he drove my cat and me out of the house for the tenth time. I passed out in the snow. My cat, who had stayed by my side for ten years, drowned in the water while trying to find someone to save me. On the day I woke up, one of my brother's buddies from the camp casually told me, "Clive is just sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. "That day after he drove you away, he didn't say a single word to the fake heiress. "He even drank himself sick in the camp, coughed up blood, and kept calling your name. "Lucia, if you go say one kind word to him, he'll take you home right away." I held my cat's already cold body. This time, I was tired of hearing it. That brother I had endured for ten years and that love that only ever existed in other people's words—I no longer wanted either. I left home for good. Later, I heard that my brother had recovered his memory and left the camp in defiance of military discipline. In the heavy snow at night, he wandered around in a daze, asking everyone he met, "Have you seen my Lucia?"