Many years later, Luan Jingchuan still remembered that summer night.
Roses grew wildly along the old wall, and the moonlight spread their shadows on the ground, like a piece of wet ink.
She stood in the shadow of the flowers and smiled, her fingertips stained with night dew, and said, "What's wrong with wild roses? They sway when the wind comes, take root when the rain falls, and a cluster of red blooms even in the cracks of stones."
Purpose: Those fragments that have made you happy or regretful are like notes in the pages of an old book - they bear witness to your understanding at that time, but they do not have to define your future chapters.