On that rainy night when her career collapsed and her family members were separated, Song Yufei swallowed half a bottle of medicine.
She thought she was finally free.
But when she opened her eyes again, the sun was dazzling and the vegetation was fragrant - she was lying on the old hillside in her hometown, and in front of her stood a little girl in shabby clothes and carrying a big schoolbag.
"My name is Song Yufei." The little girl said timidly.
That was her seven-year-old self. Her parents were not around, and her grandparents could not care about her. She carried a heavy schoolbag on her thin shoulders, like a weed swaying in the wind.
The adult Song Yufei knelt down, helped her pick up her schoolbag, cooked for her, and said to her, "You are really amazing."
The little girl raised her face, and for the first time someone told her - you are fine.
She didn't know whether this encounter was an accident or fate's last mercy. She only knew that her little self was pulling her back from the abyss little by little.
And she also wanted to tell that child: You are my weakness left in time, and you are also the armor that helps me regain my courage...
