When she was 14 years old, she was sent to the hospital again. When she was lying on the bed with bruises all over her body and full of despair about life, it was Qilian who squatted in front of her bed and gave her a candy.
When I was 16 years old, I left Nancheng, thinking that I had escaped the sea of suffering, but I never thought that I would fall into another abyss.
When he was 18 years old, Qi Lian found her, but he was extremely wary, trapped in his own world, broken and desperate. Qi Lian took her home and taught her the simplest things of eating and talking over and over again, leading her out of the gloom and regaining her hope in life.
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Later one day, when Shi Nian was packing her things at home as she was preparing to move into her wedding room, she took out her old diary from the top of the bookcase. She sat on the ground and flipped through page after page, looking at her fragmented time, constantly falling into darkness and constantly being saved. She thought that if she hid this diary so high and deep, no one would find it. But when she turned to the next page, her delicate handwriting came into view. She wrote neatly but with hidden emotions: I am not greedy for this worldly fireworks at all, and I even hope to return to the moon as soon as possible.
Under this sentence, there is a line of handwriting that does not belong to her, but is very familiar to her, which reads: Let me be your moon.
Intention: To be a small grass that blooms in the wind and sand.
