He had been here for quite some time.
Half reclining in the chair behind me, I narrowed my eyes and studied the man before me.
He had refined, handsome features and the proud air of a scholar, but there was a hint of sorrow in his eyes.
My interest was piqued. I rose and looked at him with amusement. “Aren’t you going to say something?”
He seemed ill at ease. After hesitating for a long moment, he let out a sigh. “I’m waiting for someone.”
I rolled my eyes to myself. Wasn’t everyone here waiting for someone?
“May I tell you a story?” At last, he got to the point.
“Sure! Go ahead.” I straightened up and raised the pen in my hand.
This work is an original by Yaoyao. Note: I’m Liluobai, and I’m also Chashu Xiaoyao. I just changed my name!
This is a collection of short stories in an ancient-style setting!
[Do not reproduce without permission!]
