Within the lining lies a small patch of dark cloth, its hue slightly at odds with the base. Upon the cloth, tw…
Within the lining lies a small patch of dark cloth, its hue slightly at odds with the base.
Upon the cloth, two characters are stitched in delicate, crooked thread, seemingly a name.
The winter gales howl across Hutuo River, forcing travelers to huddle low as they ply the oars.
One can only hope that whoever wore this felt a glimmer of warmth.