I would like to dedicate this document to my grandmother who just passed away.
She doted on me for sixteen years, and someone will take over for the rest of her life.
The young man who always sits on the grass reading after dusk, the young man who is so taciturn and quiet, the young man who silently follows behind and stands out, the young man with clear and cold eyebrows and bright eyes, who has a bright light, but only blooms for one person.
After dusk at the end of the moon, hundreds of birds are on the branches.
This is a story of mutual redemption.
Purpose: May you have someone to warm you for the rest of your life