The Chronicle of Prince Bei
“Heh, it’s raining…” Through the glass, I watched the rain falling outside, a gentle, persistent drizzle. “Piggy Bei…” Someone seemed to call my name. I turned around, but the dark room was empty, onl
This is a story about her and me. Aside from the names and a few parts of the plot that have been artistically embellished, it is, for the most part, true—so I suppose it qualifies as a piece of documentary fiction.
I write merely to commemorate certain events. I began in June, and now, almost three months have passed. My progress has been sporadic, partly due to my laziness and partly because of my fondness for online games.
But things are better now; it seems I have developed a habit. As for updates, they've become fairly regular. I manage to write at least a thousand words every day.
Since the new school year will be my senior year, I can’t say for certain how things will go once classes start, but I’ll do my best.
To finish this book before the seventh anniversary of the day I met her is, in itself, a tribute to her.
"The Chronicle of Bei" is written for remembrance alone.
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