Quotes by : Qiu Xiaolong

The wind languished. The floral curtain ceased flapping. The moonlight streamed through, lighting up....

407Justice was like coloured balls in a magician's hand, changing colour and shape all the time beneath....

Justice was like coloured balls in a magician's hand, changing colour and shape all the time beneath....

If you work hard enough at something, it begins to make itself part of you, even though you do not really....