I once wished that I could be Chen Fengyuan's wife in my next life.
Thirteen years ago, my mother went out searching for food through the snow and never came back.
Chen Fengyuan followed the footprints in the snow to find me and brought me home. On the cold, long kang bed, Chen Fengyuan and I huddled close to keep warm. Snowflakes fell silently against the window lattice. I could see the bleak shadow of the wind swaying...
Winter gave way to spring. On nights when the flowers bloomed, I often listened to the spring stream babbling outside the window, using the beads in my hand to count the passage of time in this world, down to every single hour. I kept counting and waiting, until the passage of time left me frantic and helpless.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
