C298 Ten Consecutive Draws
Pause by the maple woods at dusk, where frost-touched leaves are redder than February blooms.
The names Lin Feng and Lee Wanting surface in this ancient verse, a testament to their union foretold by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu centuries ago.
In the present, Lin Feng reclines against the headboard, lighting a cigarette. Smoke curls upward, and his eyes instinctively squint through the haze