Liu Wei looked at Li Zhang and felt genuine excitement, that woman seemed to be overflowing with something very good.
A sweetness, a beauty... It was simply indescribable. But it was so real that if she stretched out her fingertips she had the feeling that she could touch it.
Li Zhang's mind was always in turmoil.
She thought too much, did too much, everything was too much.
Think of the best plays, think of the best stories, think of people and their emotions.
Think and think.
Liu Wei also wants to understand a little of this whirlwind of thoughts.
Actually... Maybe she wants to be part of one of them.
Am I capable of such a thing?!
Li Zhang, immersed in her own literary world, only thought that she loved the feeling of having to write something and put it on half a dozen sheets of paper.
