Little Man

After walking through thousands of mountains, she looked back toward the north. Beneath the peach blossom tree, the young man still stood as he once had. Back then, the young sir had said, “You’re the first woman I’ve ever liked.” Her heart quaked in that instant. No woman could hear such a confession and remain unmoved. Be it vanity or genuine emotion, it was enough to make someone feel lightheaded with joy. In love, honesty is the hardest thing. And in that moment, perhaps that was his obsession. He was focused—yet cornered. He was sincere and straightforward—yet naïve and inexperienced. The streetlights cast a warm glow, wrapping soft rings of light around his face. His smile, no ma...