Prologue
“It is the best time, it is the worst; it is the age of wisdom, it is the age of folly; it is the time of faith, it is the time of doubt; it is the season of light, it is the season of darkness; it is the spring of hope, it is the winter of disappointment; there are all kinds of things before people, they have nothing before them; they are going to heaven, they are going to hell.”
— — “Two Cities”
202, Hainan Sanya.
“Dad, dad, what did I find?”
The youngster wearing a straw hat excitedly raised the conch in his hand, as if it was an incredible treasure.
An excited light flickered on her immature face.
The bright-black eyes under the brim of the hat were free of impurities, as if the brightest stars were shining on the world.
A large hand landed on the straw hat. The reason why the light was reflecting the light was so hard to see, leaving behind only a tall figure.
A hearty laughter rang out, “Good child, you’ve picked up such a treasure. Hurry up and bring it over to mother.”