Ye Ying is a complex of contradictions. She hopes to be independent but ends up being attached to a mediocre man. She relies on a meager salary to survive. She hopes to become famous and achieve great things in the end...
Everything returns to dust, with only a piece of loess lingering on your former body.
It's like a dream, wandering in an unknown corner of the world and not wanting to go back. The dream is so real that you can see doctors and nurses in white coats walking around the ward, you can hear the clicking sound of drips being dropped, and even the feeling of the needle swelling and pain in the skin is so real. Is this reluctance?
What year is it now? Why is the soul still clinging to this world even though life has ended? The heavy eyelids, the stinging white roof hurt my eyes, the air was filled with the familiar smell of disinfectant, and the unknown button on the bedside rang loudly.