Pray for the Mountains

Standing in the courtyard, he raised his head yet again. He saw that lovely figure on the garden wall and gave her a faint smile.

Her cheeks flushed. Shy yet bold, she brushed aside the leaves hiding her and revealed a face more delicate than a flower's. Even her spying was perfectly brazen!

He smiled. He didn't like mandarin ducks. They were fickle in love.

With tears in her eyes, she thought, Everyone says longing is bitter. So this is what it's like.

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