In a sunny morning, a small apartment near mountains, Mrs. Wang greeted new tenant who had just moved in and introduced interior environment of this residence. Two rooms and one living room with a small number of square meters, were located in suburbs, rent fee was not expensive, and living quality was good. Although living functions were not very convenient, there were no crowds of people and businesses, the air was fresh, and surrounding environment was clean and quiet. Neighbors seem to be old residents who had lived here for a long time, and they were quite human touch. This was Bao-Ching Yang's dream residence.

"It's not bad, right? This study room has a beautiful view! You can work well here~"

Mrs. Wang guided Bao-Ching Yang to study room, pointed to beautiful scenery outside window in front of desk, and said with a smile.

"Really~ It must be great to do writing here!!" Bao-Ching Yang admired outside view from window. "I live on the third floor of next building. If you have any questions, you can call me or go to visit me directly, I'll go back to do the laundry, bye!" Mrs. Wang left after explaining rental matters to Bao-Ching Yang.

Bao-Ching Yang arranged her simple luggage and looked around this place. Although decoration was simple, there was bright lighting and with basic small furniture.

This was her own creative world in future. Thinking of this, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

As an amateur writer who was not unknown but ambitious and aspiring, Bao-Ching Yang grew up in a single-parent family live with her mother. Although they were not rich, Bao-Ching Yang had a good relationship with her mother. Ever since she was a child, her mother discovered that Bao-Ching Yang was deeply attracted to reading, and she enjoy reading books from time to time usually make her forgot eating and sleeping time. Her mother would buy some extracurricular reading materials for Bao-Ching Yang, to let her immerse herself in to scholarly world during school or vacation time.

After leaving university with excellent grades, Bao-Ching Yang worked as a teacher in a cram school near her home for several years, and found that she could not concentrate on field of writing. Due to long working hours, she was exhausted physically and mentally by urging students to do their homework. In addition, when she got home, her mother and her aunt ran a snack bar on first floor of her old house until midnight. Endless crowds and noise of traffic in alleys often reached second floor, making her want to escape from the crowd, go to a remote and quiet area and focus on being a full-time writer.

Then she had a decision to move to a suburban apartment on her own. Although this decision, except her mother, all relatives, old classmates, old friends and colleagues threw a wet blanket and ridiculed louder to her than supportive voices, they thought that Bao-Ching Yang, a naive idealist, was no match for cruelty of reality. Only her mother still supported her very much though felt reluctant to her left. After all, reading and writing were Bao-Ching Yang's most passionate careers in her life. Seeing her own child happily devote herself to her love, Yang's mother was very gratified.

Bao-Ching Yang moved to a far suburban apartment with her mother's spiritual support and her own courage, to not give up on her ideal life, despite ridicule and disdainful gaze of others.

"That's great~~ Although I can only rely on my previous savings and live as a casual worker, temporarily typing exam papers from cram school, I can pay attention on create writing and publish my works as e-books or online platforms, turn it into an audiobook channel to share, or participate in a competition, and submit it to a publisher~~” She was happy, while cleaning her own little world, while cheering for herself.

When she cleaned her bedroom, her eyes were attracted by a small object scattered in a corner of bed.

"What's that?? Maybe last tenant forgot to take it?" She murmured in her heart, bent down, put her head halfway under bed, stretched her hand, and grabbed the inconspicuous little thing out.

"Hey~~~ it's a little bunny doll!! But one of its ears is broken, it's still so cute!! Help this little guy take a bath first, and then I can put it on my desk to accompany me to write~ ~" She picked up that worn-out bunny doll, muttered to herself with a childlike innocence, and walked towards bathroom sink~~