The story of Fang Qingqing is not so much about her love as it is about her growth.
In the original outline, the first person she met, the person who made her understand love, and the person who made her fly to the flames may not be the final person.
In her youth, she missed Shen Xiaoya.
When she grew up, she met Cheng Jian, but almost lost him again. I didn't expect them to find each other again. How can things in the world be so coincidental and perfect?
But as I continued writing according to this outline, the more I wrote, the more sad I became. So the first part of the story with Shen Xiaoya ended in a hurry, and the second part, no matter what, couldn't be written.
Reality is so ruthless, why do we still make things so difficult for each other in words?
I would like to give this story a happy fairy tale ending.
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