Lamp

Lin Zhan, a 38-year-old picture book writer, died suddenly on a winter night while working on a manuscript. The last thing he saw before his death was a text message from his brother demanding debt, a divorce agreement from his ex-husband taking away the copyright, and an old photo of his mother secretly hiding medicine bottles. She spent her whole life drawing other people's fairy tales, but she never drew half a page of her own life until her death. Open your eyes again and go back to the midsummer of 1999.