I just want to tell a simple story about the laughter and tears of youth, and its bittersweet aches.
Qi Nian is an ordinary girl. She's not exceptional or beautiful; she simply loves making desserts.
She says she hopes to be happy for others who have the happiness she doesn't, but that doesn't mean she can really be that kind.
What girl didn't have a little jealousy, a little scheming, or a little selfishness back then?
There are no bad kids. Maybe they were a little willful, maybe a little selfish, but they were all good kids.
They just weren't as scarred as she was.
If we meet, let us cherish each other and never part in this lifetime.
The story, An Mi, Qi Nian: everything begins again.
Honey, I'm here. Didn't you just stop writing like that before? But maybe this is okay. After all, this is something from the past. I find that every time I read my previous articles, I feel so disgusting... Anyway, dear. Come on.
Come on, Xiaonian! A certain person has passed away...
The beginning of the chapter makes people feel confused...