Her temper is not suitable for ordinary people like her. Only diamonds can have sharp edges and corners. Others have long been rounded and smoothed by life and become one of thousands of the same pebbles on the beach - just like Mei Youyou. The large and bright kitchen is not hers, but the cramped alley and attic is hers. The constant temperature in the sports car is not hers, but the sweltering heat in the bus is hers. The hand that clenches tightly is not hers, the cold back is hers. Those are all dreams, and dreams have to be awakened, no matter how true they are.
