There are such roles in everyone's life.
They belong to the past and they are visitors to the future.
The threads called love and friendship weave the cloth of youth, which is rough but exhausts energy.
Shu Lang is just an extremely ordinary ordinary person. She doesn't need everyone in the world to love her, as long as there is one person willing to listen to her.
This is a relatively ordinary, slightly bleak story.
As the introduction says, it is just an experience of an ordinary and even a little humble girl. I just hope that there is a listener who is willing to sit down and hear the end of the story.