[Japanese Entertainment] A Servant Beneath the Skirts

How should I put it? I was only seventeen then. I was going to spend the whole summer killing time in Los Angeles. Hollywood, Beverly Hills, the Peninsula, and Fifth Avenue. Glittering nightlife, songs and dancing, men and women, scorching sunshine and beaches, and the dazzling luxury goods lining Fifth Avenue. But after I met that girl and her cello, all I could associate with Fifth Avenue was rainy days, Jacqueline du Pre's mournful rendition of Elgar's Cello Concerto, and the girl in the black dress. Her eyes were like incomparable black pearls. The black pearl deep in my heart. I once went with her to Kyoto. It was an experience unlike any other for me, someone who had moved abroad at a very young age. The long wooden corridor, the servants' footsteps pattering back and forth, the wind chimes under the eaves and the shishi-odoshi in the garden: amid these natural sounds, my beloved appeared. She wore a white yukata. I still remember the iris pattern on it. Her beautiful bearing made her seem like Saint-Saens' swan. She dried her half-damp hair and smiled gently at me. How could I not love her? And so I fell more and more in love with her. Kan Jie You Xiao Lu, May A cult ship: May x Su Zhan My heart goes out to Uncle Two and Youzi, hahaha. That's right, I'm here to stir up trouble, hahaha. The result of rereading The Lover. Every time I read The Lover, I have to stir things up.