Novelas y relatos de Giai Kỳ Như Mộng

"The most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I like you so much and I've never felt this way towards any girl before. "You have to unlike me," I said softly, with my mind entering a dreamlike state. "Soon I'll be eighteen and the moon goddess will give me my real mate." "The moon goddess, huh?" He raised an eyebrow playfully. " I am so sure she will make us mates because she knows I am going to make you happy." He leaned in closer. So close that our lips almost touched. Or maybe I was imagining things. I laughed softly. That would be a disaster," I replied, my words becoming slower as sleep claimed me.

Not the day of the festival, but the moon phase that reminds me of the pain in my life. Storm Forest, rejection, Jasper!...