Author: Qian Qian
Publisher:
Publish Date: 2006-01-01
Features: The snowflakes fluttering all over the sky dance for whose endless solitude, holding your desolate palm in mine. What melts in your hands is our withered tears or the intertwined longing between us? Before the age of six, I had no surname, only a name. Back then, everyone called me Xiaoxue—I was found at the orphanage gate on a rainy night. My memories before that have become very vague.
Wingless angel
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