The Immortal's Plain Younger Sister

Songs fill the courtyard beneath the willows, Songs fill the courtyard beneath the flowers and willows, Sisters swing together among the blossoms. I remember what happened that day in the spring pavilion, And write it down before the moonlit red window at night. This short story is about the deep bond between sisters. There are no romantic feelings or flirtation woven into it. Maybe there are, maybe there aren't. #favorite_1{color:#FF0033;font-weight:bold;border-style:double;}