Let Me Hear You: Romance across race, language and cultural barriers
Rosa Moore
He crash-lands into my hidden world—bruised, stubborn, and definitely too old for me.
An American stranger with no idea how much danger he’s brought to my village... or to my heart.
I should have left him there.
Should have turned away when the elders warned me.
Instead, I bandage his wounds, steal him food, and pray nobody finds out.
Instead, I fall—slow, stupid, and hopeless—for a man I can’t even speak to.
We hide under banyan trees.
We free trapped elephants together.
We dream with our hands because my voice has never worked.
By the time he kisses me—careful, reverent, forbidden—I already
I would follow him anywhere, even into a world I've never seen.
Because loving him might mean leaving behind everything I know in China.
And it also means finding a voice I never believed I could have.

