Nie Zhao transplanted a bush of fiery red poppies on the newly plowed soil in the backyard.
He stared at the flower, which had such a fiery color, as red as blood, but was cold and fragrant, as if it were fake.
It looked very much like the hairpin she had given him.
So he liked her more and more.
That was a love-hate entanglement that had nothing to do with him.
Asking what love is, it tells you how to make love between life and death.
Conception: