Who thinks of the west wind, alone and chilled?
Yellow leaves rustle as I close the sparse window.
Lost in thought, I stand in the sunset, pondering days gone by.
Drunk, I let no one disturb my deep spring slumber. We wagered over books, and the tea's fragrance lingered as it spilled.
Back then, I thought it was all ordinary.
Ordinary One: Bright as Ashes
She was once a maker of hairpins. After accidentally transmigrating to ancient times, she used her exquisite skills to help the new emperor win the realm. Yet she died with regrets in the northwest. When she awoke again, she was in the home of an ordinary family. But fate would not let her go, and she entered the palace once more. Slowly, everything began to unfold...
Ordinary Two: To Be Decided
Updated irregularly. A collection of short stories in various first-person voices.
Theme: The ordinary stories of women with all kinds of personalities
The writing is okay, but the first person is a bit discouraging.