Escaped from school and traveled alone, but picked up a strange book with no beginning and no end.
When I woke up from the article, I found that I had been deeply involved in the love and hatred of the protagonist. Little did I know that this book was writing about the reader's own destiny...
You are on the left bank and she is longing for the distant river on the right bank, but she will always ignore the flowering trees in the middle of the river, even if she was born in this inhospitable place because of you...