I Use Huaxia to Subdue All Races

This book is not a traditional male fantasy. It's slower, more detailed, more intentional. It is about a woman who has been waiting for thirteen hundred years, holding her sister in the sun and crying; it is about a three-year-old child who goes to the border every evening to wait for the sorghum to come back; it is about a person who has eaten for three hundred years and saw the sun for the first time and stood for a long, long time; it is about a person who carved words into his flesh and waited for the words to shine until he died.