When Ling Bi closed his eyes, crows were circling nearby, cawing in sorrow. When he opened them, he had returned to the year he was twelve. That year, he was still a child. That year, he hadn't yet gone astray. Most importantly, that year, he hadn't yet met Song An, that bear of a woman. Ling Bi wept with joy. Heaven is merciful: I have another chance to start over. This time, I won't dare waste a moment. [Manuscript in progress. I have no idea when I'll start posting it.]
