Dreaming of Liang

Ding Xiaoman died on the day she turned five. She still remembered every bedtime story her grandmother had told her. Her time stopped, but the stories never did...

(PS: This is a book without a main character. Each story has its own beginning, development, turning point, and ending. Not all the stories are connected, either. Each chapter is over 1,000 words, so some stories are very short. If that’s not your thing, read with caution.)