If life is a sorrowful dance performed amid the dust of the world, could he quietly step onto her lonely stage? If two lonely hearts were nailed to the cross of fate and sang a heartrending love song together, would it become an enduring requiem in this vast, mortal world?
My plans to study abroad have finally been settled, so I'm turning my attention back to my abandoned story. I realized the original needs major surgery before I can continue, so I'm starting a revised version. In short, this story is a pitfall, enter at your own risk.
Please keep supporting Jinjiang, whether you're a reader or an author. Let's protect the haven we've made for ourselves.
I think I can write about Bijun's first night with the Shen family master she didn't love. It should be more poignant and profound than seeing the falling red.
The pit was finally opened. I cry
Come and sit on a small bench, haha.
Come and sit on a small bench, haha.