In the Next Life, Be a Loved Child

At the age of seventeen, I drank Meng Po soup but my obsession persisted. When I opened my eyes again, I became a soul watching my life. I watched the little Lin Beiqing slowly wither in the denial and pressure, watched her be driven to a dead end by the people closest to her, and watched that belated hug fall under the rooftop forever. It turns out that I have never been loved well. It turns out that I deserve to be treated with tenderness. This time, I don't want to be anyone's expectation, and I don't want to live in cold accusations. I want to be born toward the sun, to be firmly chosen by others, and to be a well-loved child named Qingqing. Returning from hell, just to embrace a belated redemption and spring. Intention: Love yourself well