
Even If the Spring Breeze is Not as Good as Yours
by Fish Birch
About This Novel
She broke into his painting exhibition and said, "I don't believe in past and present lives." He stood under the Bodhi tree and smiled at her: "I know." She asked him: "Then what do you believe?" He said: "I believe in you. I believe you will come, I believe you will remember, I believe you will think of our story the moment you see the hairpin." She didn't believe it. But she had that dream. In the dream, she rode a horse and broke into an ancient temple. There was a young monk sitting under the bodhi tree. He raised his head and called her: "Donor." She woke up and cried. One thousand six hundred years of waiting will give you a lifetime of looking back. Even if the spring breeze is not as good as yours, I only want you.
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