Joy in the Palm of Your Hand

When Su Tang opened his eyes, the snow outside the window was falling on a dead plum branch. It was very thin and dense, very much like the snow I saw before I died in my previous life. She lay there for three breaths. The first breath is to confirm that you are still alive. In the second breath, I confirmed that I was looking at the boudoir of my fifteenth year. On the third breath, she closed her eyes and swallowed back the barely suppressed trembling sound in her throat. Then she sat up, with no trace of emotion on her face.