I buried a body in the backyard, thinking with all my heart that trees would grow on that piece of soil next year. I waited year after year, but after all, it was still the same piece of loess, just covered with weeds, and the tree I wanted didn't even have a branch or leaf.
I buried a body in the back, that of my husband, but alas, he always came back. Time and time again, I would return home as if nothing had happened, go out to war, and return home again.
Completion of the novel "The Girl of the Valley"
Completion of the novel Boudoir: Poinsettia
Completion of the novel The Beauties: Poppies
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