[ Friendly reminder: The love story between the hero and heroine doesn't get underway until Chapter 10. Before that, it's just one person's vague little crush.
The blurb is also a bit of a mess. I wrote it this way because I saw someone else do it and thought it looked really cool.]
Wild Lovers Version:
I would become a stone bridge, enduring five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sun, and five hundred years of rain, all so he might pass over me.
I would become a passerby, walking through five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sun, and five hundred years of rain, all so I might pass over her bridge.
Freak-Out Version:
One day, Buddha got mad. Because there were just too many wild lovers coming to the temple to make wishes. Business was booming.
Buddha had no weekends or annual leave, and he didn't even get incense money. Buddha, who didn't get a year-end bonus, was having a rough time!
Buddha was furious, and the consequences were dire.
And so, the story took a turn.
