[PS: For the convenience of reading, basically (1) in the title is the current line, (2) the past line]
In order to live the way others expect, we continue to forget ourselves in the cycle of days.
But there will always be a memory from the student days that will come to mind without any warning, arrogant, hysterical, and unspeakable. That memory also keeps telling us: you are beautiful.
At the winter solstice, Mai Xuelin returned to her hometown. Although she seemed bright and beautiful, she was already riddled with holes.
But in my memory, Xu Weicheng was still wearing the blue and white school uniform. He thrust the cup of milk tea into her hand, along with the unexpressed sincerity.
Intention: love yourself
