The New Daughter of the Wind
Author: Rong Feng
Chapter 1
Foreword
This story was written four years ago. At that time, I was deeply moved by the poignant love between Huisu and Qu in “Irresistible Love,” and touched by the timeless romance of Sir Edward and Lady Elizabeth in “The Crown of Annihilation.” True love knows no right or wrong.
This should be my favorite story. Although it borrows many elements from “Irresistible Love,” it’s because I love that story so much. Here, I express all my disdain for worldly conventions, all my thoughts of straying from the beaten path, perhaps because I was young and fearless. Now, I might not have such courage anymore. Fortunately, I’ve already finished writing this story.
No matter if you like it or not, I must say one thing: truly loving someone means not caring about too much.
Love Beyond Worldly Conventions
Defying divine punishment,
Unconcerned with the gaze of others,
Pursuing true love in life,
Even if bearing the burden of love’s stigma for a lifetime,
Without complaint or regret.
This stigma,
Is the mark of sin,
But also the proof of my love for you.
Love and sin,
Which will ultimately prevail?
Chapter 1
From the age of ten, he often had the same dream. He held a little girl in his arms, embracing her tightly, as if he would never let go. The girl’s long hair, like threads of emotion, wrapped around him, making it hard to breathe.
The girl was named Yefeng, his sister!
Yaye woke up from the dream. Why did he think of her again? Was it because he was too excited just now? He glanced at the beauty lying beside him, his desire receding like a tide, he wouldn’t seek her out again.
Putting on his trousers, he leaned against the window, smoking, his long hair covering his beautiful face, striking a wild pose.
Tomorrow, he would return to Taipei. Perhaps that was the reason.
“I can only ever feel brotherly love for you, nothing more!”
This was a sentence Yaye could never forget. She was his sister, she would never accept him.
“Yaye, what are you thinking?” The woman on the bed, Hongge Xing, Wunei Aizi, walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, “Up so early?”
