Honey, I'm Confused

The sense of fragmentation was like an icy tide, dividing Ah Hui's world into two. What she stood on was no longer the same land. Time is before this, time is after this. One she can't go back to, one she doesn't know how to get there. The whole world was like a broken glass, and she stood in the middle of all the cracks. Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!