Longing is the most beautiful feeling in the world. During the time Min Yu and I were apart, neither of us ever forgot the other. I asked him what it felt like to miss someone. He said it was like the scent of my shampoo: invisible, but if he ever caught the same scent again, his heart would skip a beat, just as it had the first time he saw me.
I'm Yin Jingyi, 32 years old, an older single woman living on my own. A man I deeply loved took up residence in my heart long ago. His name is Yin Feng. Like a great tree, he put down deep roots inside me, and over time those roots became a thorn. It hurts, but I don't want to pull it out. In the days when darkness made me want to give up, I was lucky to meet Min Yu. He was like a gentle light, like a warm breeze, slowly healing my shattered heart, piece by piece.
