Mom said, "You were born in the summer when the grass is at its strongest."
So my name is Xia Qing.
This summer, I was admitted to college and had no choice but to leave the comfortable home where I had stayed for eighteen years and go to the unfamiliar Shanghai alone.
He was like a little prince who left the little planet after being hurt by the stupid rose, full of sadness.
We were standing on the road like this, and he whispered, "Do we know each other?"
Years later, I wonder if our story would have been different if he hadn't said that. But history cannot be assumed. He made a choice and was destined to accept the answer that fate threw to him, good or bad, he had to accept it.
I don't understand why I feel like a moth flying into the flame?
Regardless of the outcome, regardless of life or death, try your best.