Qiuhua had a dream in middle school.
Later, she left quickly, grew up, wandered around, and experienced many things.
She is no longer that Brooke, nor is she that Qiu Hua, but she still often has that old dream——
On the snowy streets of Vancouver, someone was holding coffee for her, holding her arm with one hand, and blowing away a little snow from the tip of her nose. They walked together under the street lights, with the Chinese song playing in their headphones...
"There were ship whistles from the distant harbor, and I kept drifting until I was picked up by you.
Now looking at the reflected window glass, there is something strange and familiar to me..."
Purpose: Active life