There's a Taste

There seemed to be only the violence of her father and the tears of her mother in Zai Qing's childhood eyes. Nothing could change her or attract her to walk with her head raised, but that beating heart changed everything until she met life. There is a taste called happiness, and there is a taste called familiarity. Is it happiness or is life just like this? No one can explain it. All there is is love and sunshine!