Pointing at a Deer and Calling It South

I believe in karma and reincarnation, just as I believe trees come from the warmth of the earth, and wind from the echoes of the universe.

Love comes from the cries of parallel worlds.

If meeting was destined, then some other world must have become fixated on the one we live in.

**

By the sea, the hem of her mint-colored dress fluttered as she walked backward, saying his name again and again.

Watching her, he remembered her whispering in his ear last night: “The deer call softly, feeding on the mugwort in the wild.”

The love in his heart was so tender it seemed ready to melt.

**

Jin Lu stared at him without expression. “Does it taste good?”

Mu Yannan lay in the hospital bed. The moment the liquid touched his taste buds, his face turned deathly pale.

He fell from the bed, almost dropping to his knees before her.

**

Fang Wu rested his chin in his hand and looked up at the person reclining on the chaise longue. “Aunt Yu, do you think godmother ever loved godfather?”

Mu Yu kept her eyes closed and smiled faintly, but didn’t answer. “Separated by a sea of people, they leave each other in peace. It’s both freedom and torment.”