Youth is a scribbled draft, and it is also the only one of its kind. We exchange confusion for sobriety and sharpen the edges for warmth. Those stumbling footprints later became the rings of life. There is no need to criticize the panic of the past. It is those imperfect brushstrokes that outline who we are today. Growth is never about saying goodbye to the past, but about finally being able to gently embrace everyone on the way. Li Jiahe was confused in the endless flow of people. When she suddenly looked back, that person was waiting for her quietly in the dim light, waiting for a smile, a hug, and a tomorrow.
