In the name of love
This is the true love story of my grandparents.
They met in the city in 1935, when the street lights were dim and the Thames water was a pale gold. They were classmates and the few Chinese in the school at that time. Vast foreign land, obscure academic words, cold streets and warm mists, and she knew that above this gray, there was the glimmer of his eyes enough to ignite the whole world.
