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This book tells that at the beginning of the seventh month of Jiazi, Aiko drowned and died. With his twelve-year-old tender body, he carved a new Taiwan Strait with blood and tears in my heart. The huge sadness and pain of losing my flesh and blood was like an unexpected flash flood, swallowing up my body and mind. The elders used the old sayings "It's true that I will never die" over and over again to bandage the pain in my soul. It was not easy for me to come back to my senses from the blur of tears. I knew that I had to cheer up for the sake of my parents, who were dying of age, and my wife, who was already in a daze like a puppet. I gritted my teeth and pushed the past memories of Ai'er into the deep bottom of my memory, determined not to miss him anymore. During the most difficult period of my life, I read desperately, trying to find sustenance and comfort for my soul in books.