Zhai Youqing's life path went off track at the beginning of her senior year in high school.
In this extraordinary year, my memories include the squeaking ceiling fan in the classroom in the hot summer, the dim lights on the way home after evening self-study, the bowl of golden eggs after my father got up early, and Qin Kun's gentle voice in my ear:
"You are the most precious."
You are not dispensable that anyone else can give up at any time. You are the most precious in my heart.