From the very beginning, Li Zhenzhen used her own hands to explore the world. To feel her way forward, to blo…
From the very beginning, Li Zhenzhen used her own hands to explore the world.
To feel her way forward, to block the blades before her, to stain herself with the blood that could not be avoided.
In time, her hands became bruised, rough, calloused, and ugly.
Later, the one and only friend she ever had gave her this pair of gauntlets.
May you be like this silk, pure as the moon behind the clouds,
untouched by the dust of the world.
She had always left the gift where it was.
After all, when a gift carries a hope you can't fulfill, it becomes too heavy to lift.