Thoughts for the Rest of My Life

Min Ting has always wanted to ask Liang Jiajun a question. From Overseas Chinese Middle School to Tsinghua University, from Qijiang River to Shenzhen Bay, from sitting at the same table at the age of six to getting married and having children - in the past twenty-three years, she has never asked this question. Until that day, she found a neatly folded blue and white school uniform jacket in an old box under the bed in his hometown. There is also a jar of 365 hand-folded stars, three handwritten notes, and a faded graduation photo in the box. And a note she had never seen before. She opened the note and finally saw the answer to that question. He hid some words for twenty-three years.