
About This Novel
[2018 King of Glory Literary Contest·Essay Entries] The snow is dyed with thousands of lines. The electric purple soul is burned. Drinking a glass of wine alone under the moon. Watching the man in the shadow alone. There is no intention to hold the sword in my hand, and there is only a broken lamp left in my heart. The sound in the forest reminds me of the past. Love breaks the sword and the heart sinks.
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