Shen Luxi grew up surrounded by the fragrance of her grandmother's tea and eggs. She learned not to cry at the age of four, and started working as a crutch for her younger brother at the age of twelve. She personally handed the last parcel to her best friend Zhou Miao. Three days later, fifteen-year-old Zhou Miao drank the bottle of medicine. The stub had been stuck in the textbook for fifteen years, and she didn't dare to throw it away or read it.
From the county seat to Shanghai, she pretended to be a normal person, but she always lived at the school gate in that winter. Until she was thirty years old, Zhou Miao's mother held her hand and said, "Miao Miao said she wanted to thank you."
The moment the lid of the pot was lifted, hot air hit my face. She finally understood - some mistakes are not mine, but the pain is mine; some love is too late to say, but I have seen the world for you.
After the dust settled, the stars were visible.
