The day she met him when she was being chased, she thought it was just a down-and-out person meeting a down-and-out person, but she never expected the ten years of traces and ten years of heart that would follow.
Threaded puppet, who controls it and who controls it? After hundreds of turmoils, will the body be gone and the body will be left behind?
Talking and laughing in the world, wearing a light coat slowly. The mountains are green and the moon is flowing deep in spring.
A little pseudo-martial arts romance.
On the winter solstice, I'll put up a copy first.
