[Daily Text] [Era] From night market stalls to thousands of lights, a record of a veteran's ten years of ups and downs.
There is no golden finger, no luck, only a pair of hands that repair home appliances and a spine that refuses to accept fate.
In the era when BP machines were heard in the streets, he met three women who illuminated his life: the tenderness that shared the hardships, the sobriety that he couldn't ask for, and the enthusiasm that he couldn't let go.
This is not a harem novel, but a true story about an ordinary person who spent ten years earning a foothold in the concrete forest inch by inch.
See how little people seize the glimmer of light in the cracks of the times and turn the hard days into fireworks.
