Man Wu couldn't wait to ask, "Hey, seriously, Second Sister, what's different about the women in this palace? Is it really like they say, with the red ones and the blue ones each having their own kind of beauty?"
"What's different about them? It's just that from one angle, a mountain looks like a ridge; from another, a peak. Near or far, high or low, each view is different."
"Gulp." Man Wu swallowed a grape skin as if swallowing blood, then pressed a hand to her forehead...
The thing we can least hold on to in this world is time, and the thing least able to endure is waiting. A curtain of dreams, before we can wake from it, withers into the past. A heart full of thoughts, before I can tell them to you, dries into a few pale lines of poetry.
