Qiangwei's biggest life ideal is to sit leisurely in a tall house with floor-to-ceiling windows every afternoon, with the sun slanting in and falling into the mottled shadows of the house, drinking fragrant coffee, listening to the melodious music, and waiting for the return of her family.
Unfortunately, Qiangwei now has neither a tall house with floor-to-ceiling windows nor a family to wait for. . . Her life, once filled with one person, was now empty. . .