I am not the so-called lady of the world, nor am I a little girl, I am just a person huddled in the corner. This is very good. There is no so-called ten-year cold window, no girl pregnant with spring, only a small corner belonging to me, dreaming of my spring and autumn dreams. Born without a certificate, his family was slaughtered and he became a beggar. But I accept all of this, but why do your buns warm my stomach and my heart? The sachet you scattered has become my support day and night. My life seems to have a new definition, and that is you.