Ye Xuan looked down at the simple bandages on his body, and the fresh herbs laid on top. Apparently, his dream was not a figment of imagination. However, he wondered where the woman had gone as she hadn't come back after such a long time. He couldn't delay any more, he needed to check on his comrades.
Finally, after a long wait and no sight of her, he decided to leave his only possession, a watch, behind as a token. He scraped some grass off the ground and wrote a few words on it with a tree branch, asking her to wait for his return.
Little did Ye Xuan know, his departure would result in a year's absence. He had never forgotten the person who had saved him and he pledged upon his return to find her. No matter if she was beautiful or plain, he would marry her. To him, physical appearance was inconsequential compared to moral character.