Moonlight Startles the Magpies - A. Introduction
My stepson came home exactly one year after I was widowed.
From that day on, something was wrong with me.
I slept more and more heavily at night.
Once, by chance, I left the bird’s nest soup he brought me untouched.
Then, deep in the night, I heard a rustling.
“Huai—Huaichuan… What brings you here so late? Are you sleepwalking?”
He knelt before me, yet he looked like a young wolf on an iron chain.
I trembled all over. “What do you want?”
He stared at me like a wolf watching its prey. “What do I want? Don’t you know?”
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