In France, Wei Li's favorite place to stay is the grass below the Eiffel Tower. She hugs her knees and sits on the grass with her back against a big tree, holding a book or wearing headphones. No matter what she does, she feels an indescribable sense of security. She is actually easily moved, but her sensitive heart is always hidden behind a solid wall and put on heavy shackles.
When the first ray of sunshine in Paris shone into the small bungalow, it reflected almost everything, including the TV, the sofa, the tennis bag, the wheelchair, and... The blonde woman lying on the bed. The woman's eyes were half-opened, and her golden-green pupils under her long eyelashes shone with a touch of joy. After so many years, she could finally throw away the bulky wheelchair and stand alone. The legs that had made her famous in France and then made her suffer humiliation in Japan finally had the strength to break open the solid wood door.
"That's great..." She lowered her head and murmured.
For these legs, she gave up a lot, including friends, fame and fortune, and... Love.
Although both legs have healed, the price is too high...
Right, Misari...
(Um... Actually I didn't want to post it so soon at first, but after writing it, I thought I'd post it first to see readers' reactions. This is Mo Yue's first time writing a detective story, so please bear with me if it's not well written.)