I Peeked at the Book of Heaven

Warm, thin, just enough arrowroot starch soup or lotus root starch paste to keep me alive. Her fingertips were calloused by years of hard work, and there was a reassuring rough warmth when they brushed against my cheek. "Ah Shu, come out a little and get some air." Her voice was always very low, as if she was afraid of disturbing someone. Sometimes, regardless of the coldness on the ground, she would duck into the small space under the table and sit down next to me. The small space was suddenly filled with the warmth of her body, mixed with a touch of... This paragraph is well written, like it👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻