This is a very ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary story, about love, about friendship, about the clear and extinguished hope and the desolation of desolation. Perhaps, the Su Jinliang I wrote is your little sister, your classmate, your roommate, maybe, she is you.
Have you ever had such a tossing and turning night that you couldn't sleep?
Have you ever had a person who made you half happy and half sad?
I'm not sure whether you like this story or whether you can relate to it, but I'm just telling you a story.