Chapter 38: Powerless, Hopeful
“Cicada……” The sounds of summer insects echoed through the deep mountains. It was already midsummer; two whole months had passed since that night in the peach grove. In the northern…
“Cicada……” The sounds of summer insects echoed through the deep mountains. It was already midsummer; two whole months had passed since that night in the peach grove. In the northern…