Sheng Qinglian remembered the first time she saw Qi Yuyu.
When she was seven years old, she walked to the door of her house and saw the scarred boy next door squatting at the entrance of the alley again. He took out a small piece of steamed bun from his arms, broke it into pieces and fed it to the stray cats.
The streetlight shone on the kitten, and the boy's hair was also dyed with halo.
Like something out of a bedtime storybook.
Intention: Luck to be seen and redeemed
