Prose novel. Don't chase hot spots, don't sprinkle sugar, and don't make jokes. Updated from time to time.
I just want to use the most delicate brushwork to salvage those "forgotten", "missed" and "unexplained" moments scattered in time.
If you also miss some slow, hidden emotions, welcome to stay.
Intention: carefully treasured, on the thin ice, in the corner where the spring branches have not bloomed
