Cheongsam

Author: Xue Jing
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Publish Date: 2006-10-01
Features: She dug out a cheongsam, a dress she had never worn in all these years, and couldn’t wait to put it on. She stood before the dressing mirror, examining herself—her stooped back, her turkey-like wrinkled stomach—no longer the figure she had been when she wore it. But now, she was wearing the cheongsam for herself, not for others. After admiring herself for a while, she put on her jewelry and necklace again, then quietly left the room. She didn’t greet the tour guide, Miss Huang; that octagonal tower belonged to her alone. The tragic comfort women, the uncompromising female reporter; the profit-driven business world, the enigmatic officialdom; the novel’s stirring patriotic sentiments, the author’s cold and severe critical spirit—immerse you in an irresistible reading experience across the battlefield, the business world, the romantic arena, and the political arena.
The sun leaped eagerly onto my window at nine in the morning, then mercilessly kissed my room, my bedside heating up shortly after. I stared at the sun for a moment, but she ignored me, turning instead to kiss my writing desk, computer, and armchair.