Fifteen-year-old Qinghe, calm and melancholy, likes to go to and from school alone, eat alone, sleep alone, and do everything alone. I like to sit alone on the moss-covered stone steps in the courtyard on a misty rainy day, staring at the thin raindrops in trance, silent, and talking to myself. Maybe she didn't know at that time that one day, such a person would appear quietly and walk into her life. Sharing everything about her. I would never have thought that she would become such a woman, calm, silent, gentle, loving to laugh, and deep.
Many years later, when I think about the past, I have no regrets or joy. Just be thankful. You know, people will grow up, those pains will pass, and we will get better and better.