The Kite Flies into the Blue Clouds

She had made kites all her life, some of which were worth a thousand pieces of gold, and some were brought to the palace as tribute, but none of them were as good as that spring day. She spent many nights making kites for him, but in the end they failed to fly. What was stored in the box was not the broken kite, but the heart she had hidden. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.