He was born into a family with constant disputes and was not accepted by his relatives.
My mother's warm embrace and Momo's slightly rough hands seemed to be memories of a long time ago.
Zhuji stands alone on the road, in the world, in the rivers and lakes. When she meets an equally lonely Mowan, can she still choose to trust and rely on each other?
"My name is Zhuji, Mo Yan Zhuji."
"My mother named me Mo Wan. But she kept calling me 'Wan'er'."
Reader comments
I really think the age gap is too big... The story feels very interesting
I really think the age gap is too big... The story feels very interesting