Dear readers,
Right now Shui Yun is listening to Mo Wenwei's version of "When You're Old", listening while quietly typing away, and this faint ache in my heart feels so very fitting for this moment.
In the story, through Xiao Xian's eyes, I've also written some scenes of thousands of lights in the night; in fact, these are the warmest memories buried in Shui Yun's heart. When I was little, my parents were both busy with work and I was still young, so it was often Grandma who came to take care of me and then take me out to play.
In the blink of an eye, Grandma has grown old and frail.
