When writing these words every day, many times, I can no longer tell which one is Ye Yifan and which one is me, which one is real life and which one is the story in the pen. My heart and people cried and laughed together with Ye Yifan in the painting. Ye Yifan is me, but not me. I have experienced all the pain she has experienced, but not all the happiness she has experienced!
It took thirty days to complete the first draft of the novel. When I put down the pen, I took a deep breath and felt physically and mentally exhausted. I feel as if I have walked the path I took when I was young all over again, and relive the ups and downs on the slow road of life and the unbearable past events.