The Name of the Rose
Raven Blackwoodtears will never stain the streets of that cityon the sidewalk bleeding short storychapter at the streetsall around me are worn out faces
Jiaofu was gone, the sound of the wild duck was gone, and the house was as quiet as a grave.
Feige remained silent for a while, put on his coat, and walked out. But at the door, he suddenly turned back, his gaze fixed on the red wine on the low cabinet. The slender bottle gleamed faintly, bearing an elegant label with the origin and year. He knew that was the year Yilan was born, so perhaps today was...
Feige closed his eyes, and it was a long time before he opened them again. He pressed his lips against the cold bottle, as if kissing a pair of warm lips.