I want to steal your voice, breathing against your lips all night.
Chi Ka first heard Mu Yan's voice beneath the willow trees in early summer. That day, the speakers in the music shop by the road seemed free of their usual static, letting the song sound as it was meant to.
It was a small, swelling climax, a passage sung in falsetto with the flavor of Chinese opera. The melody was ethereal and winding, as if it had flowed straight into the heart. There was no removing it, no escaping it. With that voice, she was possessed, drawn along...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
I actually came across this book when I was bored. Good luck to the author!