Chuyu once asked someone this question:
What do people live for?
Probably so that your descendants will have something to remember you by after you die.
Then Chu Wu was depressed. Now she is twenty-two years old, which can be regarded as living a quarter of the time in this world, but now she is as ordinary as a grain of sand in the desert.
There is nothing about her that future generations will likely remember. If you really want to count all the fragmented things before and after, then there is only one thing left, which is treasured in your heart and exists in your heart like a god.