Overseas Conflict: The Huanmie Series

It takes a very, very long time to understand that everything we can't forget in life, all our misery and gloom, every sudden silence and sigh, every smile and tear, all come down to one thought: "If only it were you."

Let longing fill your eyes, and cross through boundless moonlight and gentle breezes. Let warmth slowly illuminate your heart. The wind passes the western window and drifts through the alleys, stirring silk sleeves and leaving tears of sorrow strewn across the ground. Who dances, lightly moving, as flowers wither far too soon? Who holds a pipa, half-concealing the wildness in its notes? The heart, lost, slowly counts the things that have passed.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.