"Chen Xi, things will get better tomorrow."
Chen Xi asked herself and murmured in a low voice. Her expression was covered by her hanging broken hair, but scattered light reflected on her eyelashes.
Even light can break and shatter, not to mention our already fragile feelings.
There was a vast white mist in front of her, and there were a lot of lights behind her. She was looking for her light.
But the only beam of light in my heart was shining elsewhere.
What light can she find in the darkness?
Intention: Your efforts without giving up will eventually be seen by everyone.