Wheel Tracks Towards the Light

Seventeen-year-old Lin Xiao always said that her wheelchair has two temperatures - the wooden parts of the armrests that were polished shiny by her father are warm all year round; and the newly stuffed cotton wool in the seat cushions are warm from the sun. She thought that such a temperature would always follow her, following her father's promise of "going to Qingdao to see the sea next month," until that thirty-story shadow crushed all daily life into the salty waves.