Dear Ming Zhu,
My precious and dearest daughter, where have you gone?
Why did you have to go? What have I done? Haven't I given you the best?
The palace is so quiet without your songs.
When you were born, I held you curled up in my palm. You were so fragile, like brittle shell, you were so small. I didn't know what to do. I could only stare at you and wonder. My child. Your mother's child. You have your mother's eyes and her silver scales. And her spirit - you are so like her.
My bright pearl, I have searched everywhere for you.
Please come back.
Your humble father.
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Ming Zhu and The Pearl that Shines
Ficção HistóricaThe adventures of Xiao Xiao and Ming Zhu continue.