Fifteen Years of Waiting for Migratory Birds: Pei Shangxuan's Inner Monologue

I once thought that youth was a feast that could be squandered and time was inexhaustible. I thought I had many tomorrows to make up for today's perfunctory performance. It wasn't until I looked back that I realized that some misses, once they happen, will last a lifetime. And I, Pei Shangxuan, spend half my life waiting for a migratory bird that belongs only to me. I thought she was my accessory, but I didn't know that she was my sky.