My name is Amy Li.
A grain of moxa, a grain of rice, a grain of rice.
A girl who grew up in a warm and comfortable environment has never been hurt or experienced any setbacks in life.
I am so optimistic that even if the sky falls, I still think there will be a tall person to support me. But the reality is so cruel, so small and vulnerable in the face of the disease.
From then on, I was like a turtle, crawling slowly and losing the right to run. But I long to run. Even if I live like a turtle, I will run hard...