My friend Liang Miao committed suicide due to depression. Before she died, she inexplicably sent me eight diaries from the age of 14 to 17. She said she would give me the exclusive true diary of a girl with depression as a gift and hoped that I could write a good work. She thanked me for listening to her complaining about life and analyzing the beauty of love over the years. She hoped that I would write her in the story as a female warrior who conquers everything and heads for a bright future. I always thought that was what she was like. . .
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
