When a coin is tossed, you can't predict whether it will land heads or tails when it lands.
Ten years after Du Wei's death, I was finally able to hug her again.
"Du Wei, if we weren't so awkward back then, would the outcome have been different?"
The girl in the photo smiled with her eyes bent and her petal-like lips half-curved.
Leaning against the cold stone monument, I closed my eyes.
The wind blows...
Mission: No regrets