Snatching Moments from Morning to Night (A Collection of Novellas and Short Stories)

Hearing this, his gentle, demure little wife wore a mocking smile. He would never have dreamed that one day he would see such a smile on her face. - "Smoke and Waves" Late spring... So the flowers of late spring could be this beautiful... So she had taken in everything he said... So... Damn it, why were there so many things he hadn't realized before? Why was she crying again? Hadn't she embarrassed herself enough today? In her panic, she just wanted to find something to cover it up. "Y-you said those paintings weren't worth much. I'll buy it, then. I'll buy this painting." "You can't afford it." "Huh?" His long fingers rolled up the painting and tied it in place. A breeze suddenly swept by, lifting the hair from the person's forehead. Those eyes were indeed curved again, lovely as the new moon on the first day of the month. "This is priceless." He handed her the painting, smiling as he said it. -- "Parting in Autumn" Pinned beneath her, the person let out a groan, clearly hit hard. After a long while, long fingers gently patted her back, and he only asked in a soft voice, "Did you hurt yourself?" She wasn't hurt. She was stunned by his beauty. The glazed lanterns beneath the eaves were lit, their cool glow falling across his face. His features were like the autumn moon, his complexion like the spring dawn, radiant in the light. When I think of this gentleman, gentle as jade, handsome beyond compare, with no equal in the world, I used to think poetry was awkward and hard to read. Only now do I understand that even the heart's countless twists and turns cannot be conveyed in words. -- "Whose Winter Clothes" Theme: