Taka caught her breath. The man's face was in shadow but in the pale light of the moon she could make out his features well enough - the firm jaw and slanting cheekbones, the narrow black eyes, oddly aristocratic nose, the full mouth, and long neck. - Across A Bridge Of Dreams; The Weaver Princess and The Cowherd , by Lesley Downer.
P/s: Random...well this excerpt reminds me of the short moment when my eyes met his. I felt like time stops for a moment. This..my current reading. Japanese literature never failed to awe me with their beautiful language and sweet innocent love that makes your heart pounding faster as if you were the girl in the story.
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