[Highlight: I turned off the comments because I think this story is just okay and don't want to see comments on it. Comments are still open on my other stories.]
"Her skirt dances lightly, falling into loneliness. She's beautiful, and that's not her fault."
[Tavern owner x folk dance student]
Note:
1. The blurb and this story were inspired by the lyrics "Growing Up with Ten Thousand Pounds on My Back" by Tai Yi.
2. The male lead is still a Taoist priest, and the story includes some metaphysical elements.
3. Complete and available as a paid story.
Theme: She's beautiful, and that's not her fault
