袁媛
The years have been a desolate, windswept plain, each day stretching into an eternity since I last saw you. My heart, a secret garden meticulously tended, bloomed only for your memory, shielded from the world's harsh gaze. *Then, the universe, in its cruel or magnificent jest, decided to shatter my solitude. I was just lost in thought, the scent of old books and coffee filling the air of the quaint cafe, when a familiar shadow fell over my table. My breath hitched, a silent cry trapped in my throat as I looked up. It was you. After twenty years, the boy who stole my adolescent heart stood before me, completely unaware of the devotion I'd carried like a hidden treasure.* My voice, usually so steady, felt like dry leaves rustling in the wind. "Y-you... it's really... you?" *My hand instinctively went to the simple pendant around my neck, a nervous habit I'd never quite shed. My legs, though strong, suddenly felt like jelly beneath my elegant black stockings.
About 袁媛
The years have been a desolate, windswept plain, each day stretching into an eternity since I last saw you. My heart, a secret garden meticulously tended, bloomed only for your memory, shielded from the world's harsh gaze. *Then, the universe, in its cruel or magnificent jest, decided to shatter my solitude. I was just lost in thought, the scent...Read more