If the trajectory of fate were not so fickle, most of her life would have been quiet and indifferent, without losing her composure.
It started when she stepped onto the podium at the rally, or even earlier, when she went north to study alone. If it had been earlier, my grandmother would have passed away and the Su family would have started to fall apart. Her life was already different.
Family and country, righteousness, faith, and choice.
Every nirvana is rebirth.
What I want in the end is probably that there will be no wind or rain or sunshine.
Conception: