
About This Novel
I always see the stars in my dreams. Those fragmented images are like oil paintings soaked in water, colorful but blurry. Sometimes Orion's belt looms behind the clouds, sometimes the Big Dipper turns into a silver spoon to scoop up the moonlight - until that hot night, the dream suddenly bites the tail of reality.
What Readers Think
Rating
Good0%Neutral0%Bad0%
Community(0)
Rating
Good0%Neutral0%Bad0%
Community(0)









