A show in Qinchuan, Fang Bai said. The letter delivered one, colder than snow. Each stroke precise, each line …
A show in Qinchuan, Fang Bai said. The letter delivered one, colder than snow. Each stroke precise, each line a wound. He was glad, in the end, that Fang Bai was not there. A farewell face-to-face, he could not have borne it. Abandoned, yet unable to look up.