Yesterday, 1:37 PM
No man is immune against innocence, least not Batu, who breathes it in as bittersweet familiarity. “She lived in a village not far from mine. She had fire in her heart and on her nose, just like you.”
Gōngzhǔ is lead from a foot-path and out into the sea of waist-high grasses, where he would show her how to move with the winds.
“She was forever coaxing me into mischief. I’d go along with it. There was something infectious about being near the flame.” In a blink the edges of black lip furl.
“You musn’t lose that part of yourself by growing up too swiftly, gōngzhǔ Fen. The world will be a poorer place for it.”
Gōngzhǔ is lead from a foot-path and out into the sea of waist-high grasses, where he would show her how to move with the winds.
“She was forever coaxing me into mischief. I’d go along with it. There was something infectious about being near the flame.” In a blink the edges of black lip furl.
“You musn’t lose that part of yourself by growing up too swiftly, gōngzhǔ Fen. The world will be a poorer place for it.”
mongolian | mandarin