My name is Mei Shuci, and I am apparently a calligraphy teacher.
Late at night I always feel the scar on my left chest, which was the mark left by the heart surgery five years ago.
It is also proof of the continuation of another person's life.
Yi Fan, the surgeon in charge, said that the heart will beat with the kindness of the donor.
But when I copy ancient books, I always feel a throbbing that is not my own.
Until the invitation arrived, I went to the appointment with unhealed wounds. But they don't know the trap hidden under the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus. It wasn't until someone fell that I realized that maybe the owner of this heart had never "left".
