Bloodmoon*

The blood moon woke up in the east, with a few bags of belongings with her, Yen-si set her eyes on the other side of the road, waiting for the bus that was going to take her far away from here.
Her husband, Wang Zi-wu’s call came with a simple, repetitive and ceaseless scale that seemed to hook Yensi back. Despite being treated like a tied-up-wings-and-chained-leg-bird by Zi-wu and Guei-fung, she still managed to break the shackles and fly into the valleys in the demeanor of a long-kept house bird.

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