Xia Lixiao may never think about the mistakes she made in her life, and she never had time to correct them.
It was the immature little boy who timidly stretched out his white hands to pull her away from the mud.
It was that sickly boy from childhood who gently tugged on her sleeves and looked at her with hope.
He was the man who stood in the candlelight and sang happy birthday when he became an adult, with eyes full of her.
The moment the gears of fate turned, she had no way of knowing where she had made the mistake.
Or maybe the man in a suit frowned slightly and pushed her into the sea without emotion, "It would be better if you died."
It was the man in the wheelchair who protected the other woman behind him in front of her without knowing what was right and wrong. "Xia Lixiao, have you had enough trouble?"
It was the high-spirited man who passed her by with the petite and lovely woman on his arm and "borrowed her"
Xia Lixiao lived for twenty-seven years, which was neither long nor short.
She was the one sitting paralyzed in front of the sea of fire with a dull gaze.
She was the one who chased the black car away with all her strength and screamed.
She was the one who slapped a woman expressionlessly at the funeral.
On this road, she felt that she was a disaster countless times, but in the end she wiped away her tears and affirmed herself.
"Come and see the sea with me. Watch the traces left by the waves on the broken rocks over the years. Watch the huge waves swallow up the passing fishing boats in an instant. Watch me slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea without any news..."
Intention: Whether the sea breeze can finally blow into your heart, you don't know, I don't know, only the sea breeze knows