Toward the Wan

This is already the third night in my ancestral home. He was still standing under the cherry tree and looking at me from a distance, his eyes were sad... I gave him a faint look. He is beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth, black hair on his temples, and peach-pink cheeks. The wind picked up. I said softly. Although the sound was small, he was aware of it, but he was still reluctant to leave. I smile. Micro