(Single heroine, historical setting, struggle for supremacy, a little bittersweet) The new book has just launched, so the stats will rise.
Drunk beneath the flowers, fallen into the dust, one may return to one's hometown, and remember at last.
Year after year, thoughts linger; the wind draws near. Time flows and turns, but who will notice?
Cold light gathers, misty mountains hide; I only wish for red bridal robes to welcome me from ten miles away.
The dream will wake, the moon will be new; the round white jade moon wanes to a crescent.
At our first meeting, tears overflow; turning back at dusk, I hope you will not abandon me.
