[Female friendship/Republic of China/Child bride/Glimmer of suffering/Heavy sad heart/Slow pace and caution]
That year, she was eight years old and was forced to wait for a vague promise at the end of her life...
That year, she was six years old. The absurd destiny theory and a few silver coins doomed her life to tragedy...
The camellia bloomed and withered, and the white petals fell on the water of Weiming Lake, reflecting the lives of the two girls.
Those hopeless waitings, those arranged fates, and that ideal love that is as pure as camellia but eventually stained with blood...
Reader comments
This story originated from a dream six years ago.
In the dream, it was two girls under the camellias.
The lingering love prompted me to take up pen and write a short story about destiny.
Now, the characters and emotions in those dreams are quietly growing in my heart.
So, I mustered up the courage to unfold that short story into this longer picture.
This is my first long-form creation. The writing style may be green and the structure may be deficient, but between the lines, there is my most sincere exploration of destiny.
I hope you can feel that emotion and the struggling, silent, weak soul I am trying to depict.
Please be patient.
This story originated from a dream six years ago. In the dream, it was two girls under the camellias. The lingering love prompted me to take up pen and write a short story about destiny. Now, the characters and emotions in those dreams are quietly growing in my heart. So, I mustered up the courage to unfold that short story into this longer picture. This is my first long-form creation. The writing style may be green and the structure may be deficient, but between the lines, there is my most sincere exploration of destiny. I hope you can feel that emotion and the struggling, silent, weak soul I am trying to depict. Please be patient.