++++ “I started boarding school when I was very young.”
++++ “I know.”
++++ Jiang Yuhan started boarding school in elementary school, coming home once or twice a month. Shen Fang and Jiang’s father could hardly be called a loving couple; at most, they were polite and respectful toward each other. Jiang Yuhan never understood why they got married. Maybe they were simply a suitable match. Shen Fang herself had been sent to boarding school in elementary school, so naturally she thought her own daughter could do the same. Jiang’s father didn’t mind either. As a child, Jiang Yuhan thought that if she excelled, perhaps her parents would pay more attention to her, so she studied diligently. Her grades really were excellent, but her parents’ indifference was just as real. She was like a dandelion in the corner: seemingly sheltered by an unshakable support, yet actually outside the walls, where any passing wind could carry her off into the wide world.
++++ When she went to university, the dandelion was finally free.
++++ “Do you think I’m a calculating person?”
++++ “Why do you say that?”
++++ I’m good at playing people, me, Jiang Yuhan. With people my age, I casually bring up topics we have in common. Even if I’m not interested, I’ll keep the conversation going. If they disagree with something I say, I smoothly change the subject, then give them a little gift. My goal is to win them over. With people who are already working, I use what I know to embellish the conversation, and win their approval with things they can’t easily obtain. I don’t have any friends I particularly like. But I’m still a good classmate to others, a well-behaved girl in the eyes of elders, and widely considered a well-mannered person. That’s who I am.
Dandelions don’t need much to grow. They are highly adaptable and resilient.
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Theme: Love isn’t an embellishment. It gives you the courage to look my way.
