Winter is so long, it seems like spring will never come.
This is a story about growing up. The only people Xie Qingyu wants to thank are her grandmother and her past friends. The process of growing up is like cramping and eviscerating bones. Xie Qingyu has hated fate and cried out about injustice countless times, so she has become the person she hates.
However, fate was kind, and her grandmother brought her light and flowers bloomed.
Intention: Honeysuckle