Tian Sangsang leaned over her desk.
Closing her eyes, past memories flickered before her mind's eye like a carousel of images. Those works that had left a profound mark on her heart, those with a powerful impact on thought, those that time could cleanse but never erase. Suddenly, Tian Sangsang remembered a classic piece, *Grave of the Fireflies*.
Since Li Yibai wrote wuxia, she didn't want to begin with wuxia. She had read quite a bit of wuxia but never really gained a thorough understanding of it.
