In the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, Shen Nian, a woman from Jiangnan, wrote a letter recommending herself to Fu Xizhou, a "distant relative" in Nanyang, in order to save her father who was seriously ill: "I would like to be a slave for life to repay my father's debt."
She crossed the sea to the south and set foot on the isolated rubber plantation in Penang.
When we first met him, he was standing in the corridor, wearing a gray shirt and a thin body, with eyes as cold as well water. Just two words: "It doesn't look like it."
