Lin Xiaoman's world became an empty window after his parents left. She remembered the warmth of her father's palms in the scent of wontons at the alley, and touched her mother's gentle fingertips next to the unfinished scarf. Those details frozen in time are the pain that she dare not touch, and the light that she desperately grasps. See how this silent girl stumbles in loneliness and turns every heartbeat into a gentle dialogue with the past.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
