"Can you call me Amo?"
She kneaded the little tiger happily, and dug her fingers into her belly, touching a stone inside. Perhaps it was Ah Mo's black heart, which was heating up in waves, as if in response to her naming. When he hugged her again, his chest next to Ah Mo suddenly felt very warm. Wen Ya felt in a daze that a sun that only belonged to her would live in her heart, and a vow that would travel through the centuries would be engraved in her heart. The moonlight in the thirty-third year of Guangxu's reign was as usual.
Concept: a miniature epic of small individuals meeting each other and helping each other in the tide of the times