At the end of the long street, there stood that graceful woman, holding an oil-paper umbrella on the ground, looking at me dreamily. I walked under her umbrella. In this vast world of rolling dust, the only place I could go was under her umbrella.
——"One Night Is a Year" Yin Ning
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Note: Volumes 1, 2 and 3 are related texts.
Purpose: The curse will be with us for generations to come