The weeping wind swept over the empty riverbank. In the haze of confusion, it waited for the leaves to turn yellow. A heart that should have been young was helplessly filled with hatred. A seed of revenge was forced to send out its shoots and leaves, and yet it grew with such self-righteous vigor. The wind blew again, and the river carried a wave of lonely sorrow. Perhaps we should have taken that little blade of grass seriously from the start. But the world is full of regrets: why were we so blindly arrogant? Why couldn't we have burned the midnight oil? Or why couldn't we have shown mercy? Listening to the wind pretend to howl like a ghost, by the time it had let out all its longing, everything had vanished. All that remained was the river singing a mournful song, with the trees on its banks joining in. The riverbank was empty. With tears in its eyes, the riverbank silently witnessed the partings and sorrows of the mortal world.
This is a fantasy romance about revenge, tailor-made for my final year of middle school. Most of the characters are based on my classmates. I warmly welcome everyone from my graduating class to come take a look and see what an outrageous ship this shameless author has put you in. Readers from everywhere are welcome to support my work, too. Anyone who goes crazy supporting it (Maybe that means stopping by every chapter, possibly, perhaps) will get a bonus chapter from me.
Leave a comment after reading. I freaking love seeing the comment wall packed full.
What a literary talent! As expected of our class Yanyan! Why didn't you see my name? Deputy classmate!
Why are you laying the groundwork for this? . . How does it sound like a suspense novel? . . Is this supernatural?
= =Ah, I don't know how to comment. Anyway, that's it...