White in the Clouds

I once thought that my life would just be wasting away in an endless cycle between the chopping board and the stove. Oil smoke is my armor, loneliness is my background. Until she appeared, like a beam of fluorescent light, breaking through the layers of hardness that I had wrapped myself in. From the virtual dialog box to the real heartbeat, she is my salvation in the dark years and the tenderness I want to protect throughout my life. This book is dedicated to my Nanzhi - it is you who made me understand that the most beautiful flowers can bloom in ordinary fireworks.