This is the longest novel I have written in my high school Chinese class. It spans winter and summer, and the world becomes brighter little by little. I am unruly by nature, but I prefer those who persevere, whether it is studying hard for ten years, falling in love with someone for ten years, or playing the piano and writing poems for ten years. In short, anything that lasts for ten years impresses me the most.
The heroine is such a person. Destiny made her born in the dust, but gave her a soul that was not an object in the pool. She did not keep her duty and was restless in her home. She should have been dazzling. Destiny made her cross a hurdle, but she couldn't cross it, but that didn't matter. The right person would eventually overcome the obstacles and lead her across it.
She never believed in fate.
Fate pushed that person in front of her, the person she should have looked up to all her life, but she couldn't give up. The distance between them turned into nothingness. Maybe it was because the midsummer sun when she met him when she was young was too bright, maybe it was because the hand he held her at night was too warm, and she never let go.