"Joshua Hughes, I always feel that life here is the real life I belong to—simple, ordinary, where even dinner is resolved in such a straightforward manner. Your life seems so far away from me." Avery Jane opened the car window, watching the people bustling about outside, young girls haggling with shopkeepers in street stores, couples in love sharing a candied hawthorn stick, mouthful by mouthful—this is life. Real, ordinary, and beautiful.
