Is it only considered pitiable if one has experienced all the sufferings in the world, and is it not considered sad if one is not ravaged by fate into the dust? Great people are all similar, but ordinary people have their own ordinary people.
Seventeen-year-old Qiao Wuqiu is at the most confused age in her life. On the Internet, she is a colorful author, but in reality she is a versatile and good student. But at heart, she is just like an ordinary girl and desperately longs for attention. However, because she is not good at expressing her inner feelings, she is always labeled as cold and difficult to get along with. She is always trapped in endless entanglements due to her arrogant nature. She seems to have a wealthy family and a happy life, but she has no tragic life experience, but she always has trouble sleeping at night because of the ideal she wants but cannot achieve, because no one can guide her gradually towards extremes. Qiao Wuqiu, who has a rich reserve of theoretical knowledge, encountered his own difficulties in the practice of life, until one day an Internet writer he admired sent an invitation to meet...
"I say I like you, not just because of your appearance, your writing style, your three views, etc. They all together constitute you. Only the skin is not you. Only the soul is not you. If you are missing one thing, it is not you."
"The dead trees have become spring again, it's time for me to meet you."
"A boat does not have to sail thousands of sails to be considered a good boat, and a sword does not have to drink the blood of thousands of people to be considered a sword. There is no need for everyone in the world to understand you. I can be your only reader."
"What I fear most is that a person will lose his poetry and courage."