What in this world could keep us lingering here? The painted screen secretly steals away the years. The white-haired man resents having no kindred spirit, his splendid robes and sable coat all for naught.
The Yellow Bell turns mournful; the Shang and Jue notes sing on and on, in this sorrowful hour of the lovely night. Who has ever seen the hands that wield the brush and turn the clouds and rain, write a tale of romance over twenty years?
The beauty is still young, the hero not yet grown. They meet amid flowers, beneath autumn skies over the river. Who has ever seen clouds parting over ten thousand miles and mountains rising one after another, then waited three hundred years for a single glance?
Cross all of the above out.
Blurb? There isn't one. This is a very goofy collaborative novel.
In short, the group members collectively transmigrate into Harry Potter.
Posting this here to make myself hurry up and write instead of slacking off...
The author, Mr. Ford, does not have one
At first glance, I thought it was an ancient saying, but it turned out to be HP, hahahaha...
So what, let me ask, who is the male protagonist? I just clicked on??????