When she was young and ignorant, Kuang Xue made a mistake, and in the years that followed, she kept replacing one mistake with another.
She left her hometown, she missed it, she sighed, and those things separated her from her love, family affection, and friendship.
Zhao Yangyang's serious illness forced her to return to China. She originally wanted to leave without leaving any trace, but she found that the stories in the past never ended because of her departure.
The small hotel next to the campus cost fifty yuan a night, and it was the cleanest one he could find in the entire East Gate while riding his bicycle. She couldn't help laughing and rolling her eyes while taking a shower in the bathroom with a 50-cent bag of shower gel.
Many years later, in a high-end hotel on the seaside, she could only light a cigarette for herself by the window, covered in darkness.
"Zhao Yangyang never gave me a penny or treated me to a decent meal, but she gave me a bed and stayed with me for a while when I was most desperate. Where were you at that time? At that time, you were just complaining about me, taking revenge on me, and hating me."
"I often wonder why I didn't meet you when I was at my simplest and most unreserved, Haining. In fact, I am very ashamed and have always been ashamed. You ask me if I will regret it. If you forget me and live your own life, I will never regret it."
"She still slipped away in front of me, right under my nose. At that time, I always wanted her to be sensible. She said she was really sensible and left. Everyone loved her for being considerate and calm, and then I realized that I had forced her to death, and we had forced her to death."