Seventeen-year-old Shen Zhirou wrote "I'm sorry" 286 times in her accounting notebook.
The person I apologized to was myself for breaking the soup bowl, myself for getting second place in the exam, and even the glass ashtray my father smashed into my mother. Until the young man who always smelled of green grass after the rain put the starlight from the planetarium into an old-fashioned film camera and said softly: "It's never you who should be sorry."
Intention: Self-salvation, search for the truth, outlook on future life