In the autumn of the third year of Yong'an, seventy-two families of refugees came to the broken inn outside Qingshi Town.
They have no food, no shelter, and no identity.
But they have hands, hearts, and each other.
Forty years later, Fu'an Village became a family.
"Those who support each other are human beings."
"It's daybreak and the lights are still on. I'm afraid you won't be able to see the road when you come back."
"Where the tree is, I'm here."
This is a story about roots, lights, trees, and home.
Dedicated to everyone looking for a home.
——Little Moon Hare
Concept: Love is between the lines
