A masterpiece by Nan Yuan Lang Ren: Getting Close to a Fairytale
How lucky she was to meet him, and how lucky that he liked her too. They were like the hands of a clock, turning endlessly, oblivious to time. Time did not wait for her, but it took him away. She could no longer remember the year, month, or day. She leaned against the walls of the ancient city and stayed there all afternoon. The moments they thought they would never forget were forgotten, right there on the days they had longed for so dearly...
I love it so much!