This really is an incredibly, incredibly short story…
One afternoon, an unbidden feeling came over me, and I wrote it down in one breath. And so Drunken Yanluo came to be.
It was also what finally gave me the resolve to publish my writing online.
I just hope more people will come to know those characters and feel for them with me, now and in the future.
Now, a little about the story itself: Han Yi and Chong Xun.
Some people think women in red are strong of heart, but I don't. Perhaps their hearts are simply so fragile that they need red clothes to hide behind. Like Han Yi, the heroine of this story. I still want to think of her as the girl she was back then, laughing brightly, her eyes and brows full of spirit.
How fortunate a young girl is to meet the boy she loves while she's still young.
She never had to lament, "You were born before I was, and by the time I was born, you were already old." Everything happened at just the right time, yet they still couldn't escape fate.
I think Han Yi only felt that she had done what she ought to do.
And Chong Xun was simply willing to let her have her way.
This is a heart-wrenching story, but not a tragic romance. It is a flower with furrowed brows, blooming somewhere no one knows.
At last, the music ends and the people disperse. The higher you climb, the lonelier it gets.
Theme:
So happy! (╥ω╥`)
Chongxun's figure was indistinct in the light mist, but her voice was filled with shock and pain: "Your Highness, what skill you have! You actually used this long-lost 'Draining the Swamp Technique' on me!" — (There are some minor punctuation issues in this paragraph.) It's a very short and rushed little story, but it leaves a lingering aftertaste and a lot to think about, haha. The writing is quite refreshing! Keep it up!
Meow meow meow... Keep up the good work, Qinghuan!
Well written! The writing style is excellent, smooth and refreshing. I really like it, thumbs up!