I was thinking that if there were no white moonlight and cinnabar mole in romance novels, and the heroine would not only have no prince charming, but even a charming horse, would anyone still like it? The heroine is an ordinary girl who wanders around due to her bumpy fate. Along the way, I witnessed many people's stories. Slowly become strong and independent in the trials of life. Pursue the best version of yourself along the way and experience the various aspects of life. Some of those people scattered, some disappeared. But their stories will remain here forever. In the long years, I have gained a lot, lost a lot, regretted a lot, and been unwilling. And time is too thin, and the gaps between fingers are too wide. It just adds a little bit of pride, a little bit of scars, a little bit of longing.