Three years ago, my sister had an accident in the south building.
Everyone advised me not to ask any more questions.
But after I returned to Huainan, I discovered that the writing on the desk could not be erased, and the windows of the old library were always open.
Some people say they don't know.
Someone told me to bear with it.
There was also someone who stood up for the first time in my most difficult time and said that he believed in me.
I didn't come back to reread this year.
I just want to retrieve the unfinished words for my sister bit by bit.
If the truth really comes,
I just hope it's not too late.
