At noon that day, Xiao Nuo finally realized that poetry had taken root in her heart. The roots were still shallow, but they were already competing for nourishment with the places that had once belonged to An Yang.
So Xiao Nuo waited and watched, neither resisting nor inviting it in. She held a faint hope and a hint of shyness, keeping still and letting things take their course.
Theme:
I asked silently, do people's names have homophonic sounds???