From babbling to becoming a virtuous adult, how does a girl fall to the bottom and emerge from the chrysalis to become a butterfly? Behind the utilitarian education, the scars on the wrist, how can grades and moral character be confused? Behind the sanctimonious mask, who is reaching out wantonly? What is the basis for maintaining warmth and family affection? The opposite of light is shadow, and the inexplicable female rivalry is caused by jealousy or subconscious denial after being stung by the light? Failure after hard work is often more heartbreaking... Youth is painful, being ordinary is difficult, but you are born with light, you just need to bloom.
Concept: Everything is not black and white, but we, the ordinary ones, who account for the majority, can grow toward the sun. Those who love are also loved. This is happiness.