Time Shows No Mercy

One day, I closed my book and said to him with a sigh, "No wonder this line is so highly praised: 'There was a loquat tree in the courtyard, planted by my wife the year she died. Now it stands tall, its canopy spread like a parasol.' Reading it today moves me just as much." He glanced at me lazily. "There's another line after that." "What?" It was clearly the last line. What could possibly come after it? He smiled, his teeth gleaming white. "Then I shall cut it down, just to win my young lady's smile." I slammed the table and jumped to my feet, furious. "Rao Zhi, what do you mean? Not only are you cursing me to die, you're planning to find another young lady, too?! How did I never realize you were so wicked to the core?" He grabbed my hand. "Where are you going?" "I don't want to see you. I'm leaving!" "I'm right here. Where could you possibly go?" Your author's reborn historical novel, The Hardest Thing to Repay Is Lang's Affection, is complete and ready to read. Please add it to your favorites! Click the picture to enter A few things to know before you start: 1. I'm begging you to add it to your favorites. Please, please. 2. There may be clichés, life lessons, sweetness, and a little angst. I hope you enjoy reading. Mwah