The antique shop owner in the waterside town loves to play the pipa by the river.
In a waterside pavilion amid flowers, the young woman wears a qipao and moves with graceful elegance, captivating the hearts of countless young men in town.
The old woman next door asks if she has a family. The shop owner only smiles, puts away her pipa, and presses her lips together without a word.
The townspeople think:
What a strange woman. They've never heard her speak.
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Another summer night, another sudden downpour.
The flowers in the courtyard tremble and rustle. The shop owner wakes in the night to gather them, her hair soaked and her silk blouse clinging to her.
But even more disheveled, she stares at the man before her, tall and impeccably dressed, a man who had long since disappeared. For a moment, the heavy flowering branch falls to the ground.
All that remains are her tear-filled eyes.
The next day, the old woman next door sees the graceful shop owner holding the tall man's arm affectionately.
The man brings them a gift to thank them.
It turns out she had a love story of her own all along.
1. A short one, around a hundred thousand characters.
2. Updates whenever I feel like it. I'll post when I write.
Theme: Love and protection
