Born in the Qinghe Woods (2017)

(This short story was finished in 2017, but I'm only posting it on Jinjiang now. It's my first attempt at a short story, so it may be a little rough and have some flaws. I hope you enjoy it.)

Blurb/

Every day is ambiguous,

Similar, yet different,

Because it's you.

You, in that unreachable "upper circle."

Even little things that don't matter

Feel special to me.

Sometimes, for no reason, my nose stings.

Some feelings

Just can't be put into words, can they?

Inspired by the blurb for "Love's Ambiguity" (phonetic translation)

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