A Future Within My Grasp

At twenty-five, the most beautiful thing Ziling had ever seen was that coastal city. She had also met the most wonderful person there: Wang Jing.

But every journey must end, and everyone must leave one day.

When everything beautiful had disappeared, she died at the age of twenty-five.

At thirty, Ziling wore a soft white dress, as if the world had never left its mark on her, as if she would remain forever pure.

Ziling **, and everything gradually faded away.

The purple mist of autumn faded from the sky, and the green of the * leaves faded too. The birds must have flown ** as well. There are no birds that cannot fly away, no homes one cannot leave, and no people who cannot depart.

In that instant, the earth too lay barren. There was no wind or rain, and every bond in this world seemed to vanish.

They mourned Ziling's departure.

They also celebrated her new life.

It came to an abrupt end at its most beautiful moment..

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.