When I was twenty-three years old, I met a man. She is thirty-eight years old, fifteen years older than me. She is my boss and the one who introduced me to the industry. She taught me to serve tea steadily, speak slowly, and do things with caution. I respect her but also fear her.
Later, I went all the way up and had everything, but there were some things that I could not say out loud for more than twenty years. I am a considerate person in front of everyone. Only I know that, and there is always a light on in my heart.
This story is written for that lamp, and also for the words that I could not say back then.
