"I can't eat spicy food because my stomach is not good."
"That's it, that's great, I'm not interested in anything hot or spicy."
"It seems that I am the only one willing to accompany you and eat fast every day."
If possible, Changan hopes to never see him again or think of him again, Li He. She spent too much effort to forget him and wear away the mark he had engraved on her heart until her heart was hardened. She has been living very hard, trying hard to hate, and loving hard. After receiving the lesson, she has learned to be good, learn to hide, and learn not to care.
After seven years of separation, I returned home again, met old friends, and some things that happened one after another untied the knot in my heart. The truth is too heavy to accept.
Growth is a wound. The difference is that some people lightly scratch the wound and form scars, which are then worn away by time. What emerges is the new pink color, which is engraved on the forehead and becomes peach petals, dazzling, beautiful and amazing. But some people were terribly injured, with bloody heads and heads. Every time they saw them, they didn't have the courage to lick their wounds.
This is a story about growing up, about the sadness and joy in growing up, some emotions that are difficult to express and are ashamed to face, and some secrets that will be buried forever.