The Ballad of Shui Qing (A Bewitching Beauty Runs Wild)

Her dream was simply to grow up at her own pace, find a man who was neither handsome nor ugly, have a few perfectly ordinary children, and live a plain, peaceful life.

It would be nice to have time to grow flowers, plant grass, tease the birds, walk the dog, and touch her man.

But she was born into troubled times, with wicked forces running rampant.

And that man was like a lightly sketched ink painting, so serene he seemed about to vanish into the distant, misty mountains amid wind and rain. With a book in hand, wine brewing in a pot, listening to the rain all night and watching willow catkins fly across the city, he stood still at the far end of time, beyond a riot of colors. And so, on the endless road of this fleeting life, in one weary, smoke-filled glance, there he was.

This is a heartwarming, healing story. Please look forward to it. If you love me, add me to your collection. Mwah~

I feel so helpless. I forgot the password to my other account, so I moved it over here...