"May the wind carry the grain, and may the carts overflow with fine ears of grain."
That is where the name of nine-year-old Jiang Jiasui came from. Her parents hoped she would thrive and grow strong, with heavy, abundant ears of grain, and live a carefree life. But life is unpredictable. Her father was killed on the battlefield. At the time, she seemed to understand something, though only vaguely. From then on, her world held only her mother. But three days after her father was buried, her mother drank poison and took her own life...
That day, she stood dazed, neither crying nor screaming. A beautiful auntie held her and took her to a lovely island. A little boy nearby chattered noisily, telling her, "From now on, you're my little sister. I'm Jiang Junqing. Our home is on Songshan Island. The house is huge."
