A Word to You

Long after she had passed away, Zhang Liang still pondered those words: “Bright as the moon, when can it be plucked?” He could only regret that the arrogance of youth had kept him from treasuring her. By the time he wanted her, she was already gone. You lie beneath the earth, your bones dissolving into mud; I remain in this world, my hair covered in snow. [Shameless self-promotion time (they're all mine, so of course I'm going to sing their praises :)] A parallel story to The Usurper's Pit: [The Legend of Qin / The Usurper's Pit] The Moon Beyond the Horizon The main story: [The Legend of Qin] The Usurper's Pit A similar (not really) sister story to The Usurper's Pit: [The Legend of Qin / Nine Songs of the Heavens] I Don't Have a Dad Like You! [Author's Note] This is a continuation of When Can It Be Plucked? The previous version is locked. It's really just the daily life of a single father, and I may wrap it up at any time. Theme: