The moon that night was a waning crescent, thin as a flash of blade-light.
The wind that night was a warm spring breeze, yet it could not warm her fingertips.
The woman that night was a stranger, yet from then on she took root in his heart.
Sometimes, he wanted to build her a tomb and bury the jade pendant inside, so he could put an end to his longing.
Sometimes, he wanted to build her a house, so that when he saw her again, he could take her straight home. After all, there was no other woman in this world who could catch his eye.
Those cool, distant eyes,
those pale lips,
he would never find another woman like her.
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That's gone?! . . . By the way, there is no v in most articles. . . . Said to collect it and watch it later, oh ho ho