Review Detail of DaoistqKQt7R in [BL] Wolf King and his Fox Consort

It was deep night. I'm an owl and I love night time. It is the most productive for me, because no one bothers me to do what I love. The cicadas squealed loudly outside the window. I took off my glasses and put down my book. Well, not quite a book, of course. Tablet. What I was reading made my heart sink, and the soul sang with delight. And this is not pathos or hyperbole. And at the same time, it was incredibly sad. I shall never meet the author of this lovely novel which is still being written. This desire was born with reading the first chapters, and as the story unfolded, it only grew stronger. I can not understand who is hiding behind a pseudonym: a man or a woman? Sometimes I hear a male voice, and sometimes a female. But it's such a wonderful voice! I try to imagine what its owner looks like, and I can't. The picture on the author's website is conventional and the kind that doesn't mean anything at all. But I also really like it, and it seems clear to me why it was chosen. Online correspondence, no matter how piquant it may not be, does not imply either the question: *Mask, who are you?*, or the answer to it, for obvious reasons. It only fuels curiosity. But this is my forte. A lot of interesting things in my life grew out of curiosity. When I started reading, it seemed to me that the text was covered with a thin veil. And this veil hid from me the possibility of what would happen next. She never completely disappeared, that veil. But it gives me an incredible feeling of pleasure that I was able to guess right. And even more pleasure from the fact that I could not. I have a feeling that the translation was made by the author and done very well. When translating from Chinese, the text increments. The conciseness of Chinese requires a completely different number of words and the exact selection of a synonym when translating. This is the most difficult thing: to convey the feeling that the author is trying to describe in words in a foreign language, and changing the mentality. But it's such a thrill! I think with horror that soon everything will end, and the word END will appear. The veil will fall. And the questions will remain. And the mystery of the name White Willow will remain. And the voice of the author will sound to me again when I reread this miracle with love.