[First time posting, my writing is pretty amateur, proceed with caution]
[A short story of 10,000 words, first person, please don't flame me if it's not your thing]
When they were young:
"Hey, want to make a painting together?" Yuan blinked.
"Let's call it 'A Dream of Yuan and Luan'!" Luan smiled.
A year later:
"Yuan, I'm getting married," Luan said.
They say the phoenix and the luan make a perfect pair. How could a little iris flower ever be worthy of the noble blue luan phoenix? Yuan mocked herself.
Decades later:
"Wow, that's Miss Feng Yuan, the famous painter of her generation!" someone shouted, drawing the neighbors to their windows.
Yuan smiled. Luan, I'm finally worthy of you.
A dream of Luan and Yuan. Then the dream ends, and everyone goes their separate ways.
It's already too late...
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