A Soliloquy Through the Years

He Weibing watched as his younger sister was bullied. The brute's arrogance was reflected in his eyes. He ran over and picked up a brick, but then saw another, much taller figure step in front of him. Years later, He Weibing would tell Liu Zhuoyue, "Thank you," again and again, afraid he might miss the chance or leave anything unsaid. He had no idea that a tiny seed had already taken root in his heart, waiting to put down roots and sprout... The monologues of youth settle in the passage of time, while life's hardships temper us. And the most important question is: where should we put our feelings?