The sun in the sky is squeezed out from the cracks in the mountains.
At three o'clock in the morning, the first ray of light crossed the eastern ridge and fell on the wooden house halfway up the mountain. The thatch on the roof has been rotten for three years, and no one has repaired it. Rainwater leaked through the holes, and the people living inside took pots to catch them, making a tinkling sound all night long.
There is no basin in Cheng Feng's house.
He lay on the bed and stared at the palm-sized hole in the roof. Light leaked from the hole and fell on his face, a small patch of light. He blinked, and the light moved.
Purpose: perfect love