Mo Xi never felt that she was seriously ill. It wasn't until later when she attended a good friend's funeral and watched others sobbing, but she couldn't shed any tears at all, that she finally began to lose control. What tortured her was far from the spasmodic pain in her stomach, but Qingxue's inability to vent. At one point she even wanted to cut her skin with a knife to find a breakthrough. At that moment, she realized that the craziest thing she had ever done was not to return to the center of the storm for an earring at the moment of the terrorist attack, but to use up her youthful innocence to love someone at all costs, and she still couldn't get over it until now.