Falling Blossoms

From beginning to end, this seems to have been only her story.

When she fell in love with him, she couldn't even imagine what he looked like.

When she was heartbroken over him, he didn't even know there was someone like her in the world.

She came to be by his side. There were no romantic gestures, no solemn vows. She quietly gave him her love, never knowing whether he understood.

In the end, they parted in such a hurry that there wasn't even time for a goodbye. She didn't even get to ask why, or find out whether he had ever loved her, even a little...

This is the love story of a woman in ancient times.

A quiet solo dance.

His presence no longer seems to matter. The one she loves is the dream in her heart, her radiant god.

A lifetime of devotion, like a shower of colorful blossoms. Petals drift down, achingly beautiful. But from beginning to end, it belongs to her alone.

So beautiful, so lonely...

Falling Blossoms, Beautiful and Lonely

I wrote this on a whim during my first year of high school. Back then, I was listening to the storytelling performance The Yang Family's Divine Spear and was deeply moved by Li Yurong, so I wrote this story on impulse, making this woman, who was only briefly mentioned in the performance, the protagonist of my own work. Although I can't change her fate, at least I can let her love so passionately and shine so beautifully.

I happened to come across this story the other day and decided to post it. There was no other reason. I just wanted to remember those happy days and those innocent years, and leave something behind from them.

Looking at it now, the writing is rather childish, haha. I hope it gives you a laugh.

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