I write my soul into my stories. If we happen to find each other, then we're friends.
Some clever clues and foreshadowing will pay off many chapters later. I hope readers still remember what I mentioned earlier by then.
It begins at an old mansion filled with coffins, and ends with ashes scattered along a haunted road. Since ancient times, the tides have drawn many spectators, but few stay for long. How many flowers will fall again this autumn? A fallen demon points to the changing seasons, while a half-baked Daoist toys with yin and yang. A playful take on Chinese and Western learning: nothing existed to begin with, so what could be tainted?
An experiment in moving from reading to writing. I hope to find like-minded friends through it.
I don't know how the romance will go. I'll see as I write.
I couldn't fit the English into the character list, so I'll put it here: Morauville
Theme: Bodhi has no tree; a flower blooms when picked. I playfully speak of yin and yang and coffins, and shatter your mirror-like mind
"He's rushing to earn money to support his son." Please, author, point out any bugs—it's really clean.
There are too many characters in the first two chapters, the protagonist and goal are not clear enough, and the angels' design is a bit neither Chinese nor Western, both rustic and foreign. Also, it would be better to break it into more paragraphs; the paragraphs are too long and tiring to read. These are just my thoughts after reading one and a half chapters. If the author, who wrote this out of love, minds, I apologize in advance, hahaha.