curiosity-killed:This close to the river, the breeze whisks through the teahouse and sets every ed
curiosity-killed: This close to the river, the breeze whisks through the teahouse and sets every edge of fabric fluttering in a spring dance. Chilled by snowmelt, it kisses Jiang Yanli’s cheeks like a fleeting farewell before she returns to Yunmeng’s sultry late summer. She’ll miss it, she thinks, even as her heart longs for home. on AO3 || written for the Without Regrets fanzine -- source link