My name is Song Zhizhi, and I’m the daughter of a family that has practiced traditional Chinese medicine for a hundred years. In high school, I fell for Zhang Zhiheng and made him my whole world, following him around like a little sun. He took advantage of my feelings, humiliating me in public and ordering me around, trampling my sincerity underfoot. I lost my pride for him, but when I could take no more and finally walked away, I began living the way I wanted.
At university, I met Ji Chenyu. By family seniority, I should call him Uncle. He was a university trustee who had donated a library and a dormitory building. He treated me with gentle care and cherished me, but I still carried the unease of the past in my heart. Later, misunderstandings piled up, and through the push and pull of loving and hurting each other, I finally saw who was truly worth spending my life with.
The bittersweet first love of high school became a thing of the past, while the deep devotion of university carried us through the rest of our lives. My story is about goodbyes, and about new encounters.
