When the Heat Dies Down

"Your brows, your eyes, your laughter and words made me ill When the fever passed, you left me with my lonely health" "Fortunately, you can hardly be called beautiful If you were, I would be gravely ill and never recover Your little bit of talent and beauty can sicken me for just nineteen days By the twentieth, you will have grown coarse and plain" Mu Xin, "Brows and Eyes" A coming-of-age story, a 30,000-word novella, written in memory of the poet Mu Xin, whose work I love dearly. Welcome to my author page! I have so many stories I want to write, so I'll keep writing. Click "Favorite Author" to keep an eye on my writing pace. Mobile users, please visit http://m.jjwxc.com/wapauthor/967397 Premise: