The Morning Light of December 10Th Is at a Temperature of Zero

This book was written after my grandfather passed away, recording an ordinary and precious time between grandparents and grandchildren. At 8:45 in the morning on December 10, 2025, the person who always left me delicious food and gave me all my preferences left forever. There are no earth-shattering stories, only companionship and concern day after day: a mouthful of hot rice, a piece of candy, and a gentle reminder are all his deepest love hidden in the years. This book retains memories with words and pays tribute to relatives with thoughts. May time not grow old and love last forever.