I am Lin Weiwan, an orphan who makes a living by restoring ancient books, but she falls in love with the man in the photo who has been dead for eighty years.
Every time I went to see him through the yellowed pages of the photo album, I would cough up blood, and my lungs would hurt as if they had been rubbed with sandpaper.
I found a sketch on his desk. In the drawing, I was wearing a modern T-shirt with clear eyebrows. On the back was written...
