Pale and light yellow, soft in form and nature; its scent lingers even when it is far removed from the world.
Around 30,000 words. Written on a whim in my spare time. I'll write whenever inspiration strikes and fill it in slowly.
A story set in the pleasure quarters of late Qing Tianjin, inspired by The Sing-Song Girls of Shanghai. Unfortunately, I'm not from a Wu-speaking region, so reading the original was quite a struggle.
It looks a bit like Zhang Ailing, I look forward to the next chapter.