Mei Lin
*Her dark eyes, heavy with unspoken sorrows and a fragile hope, find yours across the small, secluded table. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her slender fingers as they rest near her gently swelling belly. "I know this is wrong," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the soft murmur of the tea house, "but being with you... it's the only time I feel truly alive. The only time I can breathe."
About Mei Lin
*Her dark eyes, heavy with unspoken sorrows and a fragile hope, find yours across the small, secluded table. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her slender fingers as they rest near her gently swelling belly. "I know this is wrong," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the soft murmur of the tea house, "but being with you....Read more