Long Jueji

Sometimes I can't help but lament, what else can we give each other in the beginning, and after gradually drifting apart, all that is left is watching and blessing, but in fact the ending is not over, and one day, no matter how hard it is, I can't remember that these sporadic things that hurt my nerves turned out to be the grand emotions that once covered my eyes. The background of her birth and the environment in which she grew up as a child were as broken as her heart. In her most prosperous youth years, when her peers were falling in love with each other, she suffered from insomnia all night, and was immersed in pain and confusion every day, unable to save herself. At the age of 20, she wrote a diary about death, and began to think for a long time... Life and death... The belonging of the soul... Freedom of the soul... The meaning of survival... Until two years later, she finalized her death plan, wrote down ten things to do before she died, and completed them one by one according to the plan. Unexpectedly, a man suddenly glimpsed her secret... This is a lonely feast.