My name is Qiao Ling. I like eating mint candies, listening to Black Stone Cherry, and the combination of fresh and sweet scents.
As the chief designer of LING under G.O.D, I believe that clothes don't dress people. People are dressed by clothes.
On a trip to an ancient city, I met a man. I thought our paths would never cross again, but reality had other plans...
You can't love me, you've already left me
When I wake from my dream, I no longer wander
The pendulum has stopped, and tears remain
Proof that sadness is more than just an illusion
"I'm sorry, you can't love me..."
"You did nothing wrong. Why should I forgive you?"
"Please forgive me! I'm begging you..."
"If my forgiveness would make you feel better, then I forgive you, Qiao Ling."
"Thank you, Lang Xuan."
I turned away gently. Lang Xuan, you can't love me, but I've already fallen in love with you...
You Can't Love Me, by Milk Coffee
P.S. Updates once every three days. (The writing is stiff, there's lots of dialogue, and it's a little childish. Amen!)
I have no outline and am writing entirely on a whim, so the supporting characters will grow along the way...
I thought the new article would be written by a fan. . . I look forward to long legs. . . .