The girl who stood under the light and was illuminated was falsely flattered by her relatives, hated by her old friends, and died at the hands of her old friends. She thought she would pass away peacefully, but she could live like an ancient person in another world. When she thought of the old things, she smiled and smiled. In this uniquely Chinese world, she was accustomed to high technology and had no objection. Instead, she picked up the lost friendship and true love. She witnessed the sacrifices made for her by those who truly cherished her, and also witnessed the joys and sorrows of the people she cherished, and learned to give and be moved by the people she cherished. The other side of tragedy is not sadness. Under the slightest pain, I understand the little thing of love.