Heart Prisoner

Su Qingyuan once believed that life was a straight road forward. When she was eighteen years old, she was recommended to one of the top universities in the country, ranked first on the scholarship list, and had a tutor booked in advance. My father is a middle school teacher, my mother runs a small flower shop, and my younger brother has just entered junior high school and has excellent grades. Life is not rich and wealthy, but warm and stable. She has a list written on the first page of her diary: Twenty-three years old, undergraduate degree, direct Ph. D. Twenty-six years old, graduated with a Ph. D., Entered a graduate school Twenty-eight years old, getting married, marrying the boy I've been dating for three years Thirty years old, with children of my own, I took my parents to see the sea One stroke at a time, every step of the way. She didn't know that fate would erase all the strokes on an ordinary evening.