>My name is Lin Xiaoyu, and I opened a bakery in a small town.
>Every morning when kneading dough, I can always see Shen Qing, the owner of the second-hand bookstore across the street.
>She always wears a cotton skirt that has been washed white, and her fingertips are stained with the dust of old book pages.
>Until that rainstorm, she took in me huddled in front of the store.
>Under the warm yellow light, she whispered: "It's time to dry the wet puppy."
>Later I learned that the deepest part of her bookcase contained the same scars as mine.
>"You should be proud of yourself." She kissed away the tears from the corners of my eyes, "In such deep darkness, you have grown into a beam of light."
Intention: In the ordinary dim light