A Flower, A World

Synopsis: Fireworks are not the moon, tears hide countless faces. By the Naihe Bridge, we speak of love's sorrow. Rain falls in threads, blue stones are dotted with drops, and longing grows thin. Do you know? I'll break off a willow plum branch. When my hair reaches my waist, would you take me as your bride?

A letter slips gently past the swaying shadows of the trees. In dreams, we pretend that blood and tears fall like rain. Bound together for a lifetime, they seek an answer amid the thick mist.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.