Once Carved into My Bones

He Wenfeng was a pianist born for the stage. His fingers should have danced across the black and white keys, nimble as new shoots, but instead he spent his school days getting into fights. Once a darling of heaven, he had fallen into the mud. He thought this was how the rest of his life would go, until, in the darkness, a pair of hands reached out to him with cautious care...

“Who knows the one who dwells in the woods? Hearing the wind, I sit here, delighted.”