We never know in advance what kind of happiness, loss, gain, depression or all the people and things that will appear in our lives. We cannot predict or change them.
We hesitantly move forward on the road of growth, walking on thin ice, looking forward to everything while carrying uneasiness and inferiority.
This is an ordinary story, without too much intrigue, extravagance, or entanglements. It is just a story about a girl with low self-esteem who slowly finds herself, grows up slowly, and finds love. She may be me, or someone you know, because we all have it and will always remember those days when there was no light in our youth, and we will always look forward to the day when the sun breaks through the clouds and dispels all the dense fog.
Every girl is a lamp, waiting for the right person to light it up, and then truly shine brightly...