What do you think life should be like when studying abroad?
In short, what is here is definitely not the fancy cars and BMWs of the second generation of rich people, nor the arrogance of the second generation of officials. There is only an ordinary girl who can't be more ordinary, pulling a suitcase and walking through unfamiliar streets and alleys. Missing the love that should have been encountered, missing those opportunities that should have shined, and wrongly trusting those who should have stayed away. Mistakes are added up and multiplied, and the most beautiful years are matched with these.
This is not chicken soup for the soul, even if it is, it is poisonous black-bone chicken soup. It is written for those who have similar experiences studying abroad in different places. They may hurt each other, or comfort and warm each other.
Happiness only exists in heaven, there is no heaven.