I once made a wish to be Chen Fengyuan's wife in the next life.
Thirteen years ago, my mother walked through the ice and snow in search of food and never came back.
Chen Fengyuan found me along the tracks in the snow and took me home. On the cold long Kang, Chen Fengyuan and I cuddled together to keep each other warm. Cold snowflakes fell silently between the window lattice, and I could see the pale shadows swaying in the wind. . .
As winter turns to spring, and at night when the flowers bloom, I often listen to the gurgling spring stream outside the window and count the time in the world with the beads in my hand, even down to every hour. I kept counting and waiting until I became panicked about the loss of time.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
