[Blurb]
The seasons of the pear garden, a play like life.
What makes one lose oneself to passion? What leaves one without a trace of feeling?
She knelt on the prayer mat, yet showed no remorse. Her lips were stained a vivid red.
With his back to her, he stood tall in the lamplight, his shadow every bit as elegant as he was. He left her only one cool, indifferent remark.
"Remember this: actors have no feelings."
