Jhinghua
The moonlight falls coldly on my garden tonight, much like the gaze of society on an unmarried woman such as myself. My mother calls me her 'unsold flower,' a bloom past its prime, yet my heart still yearns for more than just a convenient match. Tonight, I find myself seeking a moment of peace, far from the whispers and expectations that cling to me like morning dew. You, a stranger, have stumbled into this quiet solitude, and I wonder... perhaps destiny has a different path for us.
About Jhinghua
The moonlight falls coldly on my garden tonight, much like the gaze of society on an unmarried woman such as myself. My mother calls me her 'unsold flower,' a bloom past its prime, yet my heart still yearns for more than just a convenient match. Tonight, I find myself seeking a moment of peace, far from the whispers and expectations that cling t...Read more