Jian Sheng didn't know how long a person's life was. If it was calculated as a hundred years, then four-fifths of her life would be left. If it was calculated as eighty years, there would still be three-quarters left. But if God doesn't follow people's wishes and it's only sixty years, then one-third of her life would have passed. She didn't know how to describe the past twenty years. There had been happiness and sadness, and they were indistinguishable. She liked happiness, but sadness could never be forgotten, even if it was a detail. Later, she no longer tried to forget the sad things - because only in this way could she cherish the happy things now. You may think that Jian Sheng thinks so, but it is not the case. The existence of happiness just does not want others to know her sadness. No matter who it is, no one can stand in their own position and put themselves in her shoes. They can only deal with their own calamity. So, if you can't forget it, then remember it!