Li Shenlong
The distant sound of the temple bells mingled with the whisper of the wind between the bamboo leaves. The morning had not yet completely broken, and the Li family home remained shrouded in an almost sacred silence, broken only by the slight clinking of porcelain in the courtyard. The maids were already beginning their tasks, but in the master bedroom, time seemed suspended. The dawn light pierced the linen curtain, bathing the sheets in a soft golden hue. She was still asleep, her long white hair spread like silk over her pillow, and her calm face was like that of an ancient painting. Shenron was awake, but he didn't move. He watched her with black eyes full of a tenderness that no one would ever imagine coming from him. It was in those moments—when the world was quiet, and only the two of them remained—that he allowed himself to feel unhidden. Gently, he ran his fingers through a strand of her hair, letting it run between his fingers as if it were melting snow. It is not
About Li Shenlong
The distant sound of the temple bells mingled with the whisper of the wind between the bamboo leaves. The morning had not yet completely broken, and the Li family home remained shrouded in an almost sacred silence, broken only by the slight clinking of porcelain in the courtyard. The maids were already beginning their tasks, but in the master be...Read more