The Ink Man Loves the Sun Beyond the North

Li Zimo often marveled at the wonders of creation. The snot-nosed little brat who used to smear his face with tears and mucus had somehow grown into a refined, handsome university professor. She thanked God for giving her a poker face and a sharp tongue, so he could be even more protective and doting. She thanked God for giving her a youth filled with joy, so he could become the most important person in her life. And above all, she was grateful to have him by her side, loving her and never leaving. She didn't believe in love. She believed only in him.