Summer Beneath the Parasol Tree

“The brocade zither has fifty strings for no reason, each string and bridge recalling the days of youth.” Li Baici would never forget the summer she met her. It was a feeling to be recalled in the future, though at the time, she had been too bewildered to understand. Li Baici would always remember that clear, starry night.

“Meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me.”