Silk, Sense, and Sensibility

她令我魂牽夢縈，

又令我患得患失。

I would compare her to a goddess, but I don’t want to incur heaven’s wrath for blasphemy. The kindness she bestows upon me is as real as ink on paper, yet I’m afraid that if I reach out for her, she’ll drift away to wherever celestial weavers dwell, away from this earthbound cowherd.

—Unsent letter from Fan Enze to Fan Ruoze