She had been secretly in love for five years and was so humble that flowers bloomed in the dust. After all, it was just a one-man show.
Going around and around, a magical papyrus painting took her back to ancient Egypt three thousand years ago.
He was the eldest son of Pharaoh and was passionately devoted to her;
He is the youngest son of Pharaoh, but he resembles her secret sweetheart.
One is an elegant and capable young man, and the other is a handsome and sunny young man.
What choice should she make?
Is this love that spans thousands of years an arrangement of fate or a conspiracy of love?
When the nightmare slowly emerges, when the truth is revealed one by one,
Will their love bloom forever like a desert rose, or will it fade away instantly like a mirage?
I have been locked down for more than a year when publishing novels. I am now focusing on short stories for magazines. I mark this here. I hope to return to full-length novels next year~
Summer Night Sky 2013/8/31
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