"It was designed by my grandfather himself for my grandmother." Ye Shui-ink turned on a small lamp and went to the workbench to select the materials he wanted, and found a small ring of rosewood for half a day.

Sam stood quietly and watched her move, relaxing him in the sea of flowers, and his head began to empty. He remembered the big red flowers in the welfare home, the nuns who believed in God, and the sunny day he had been touched by in disguise.

"OK!"

The crisp voice and a simple ring came along the line of sight. He looked down at the red-brown ring, not knowing why....