Moon Shadow over Jiangnan, Jade Parting in Sorrow

The weeds spread like countless strands of spider silk, reaching out, stretching longer, tangling around me,

He was still as gentle with me as ever, smiling as he said, “July, you are my anger.”

He shoved me away with force, a trace of coldness in his eyes. “You bring nothing but trouble.”

He looked at me expressionlessly and said only, “From now on, you belong to me.”

He came and went in a flash. He was like a wildfire, yet he had a tender side too, drawing me into his arms