Song of Zili

Family love is like a pot of porridge. Although it is light and light, it is a must-have for healing. But the sticky love can sometimes make people breathless. Love is like a fire. While it warms others, it also warms yourself. When it hurts others, you will also be bruised and bruised. Friendship is like a piece of white paper, a simple and pure beauty that makes people cherish and yearn for it. But once betrayal and deception are staged, trust is like being wrinkled, and it cannot be restored to its original smoothness no matter how much you caress it. Those absurd, cruel and true plots about family, love, and friendship are waiting for the twenty-four-year-old Xin Zili to face, experience, and sigh. Fortunately, she still had those friends by her side. They held hands side by side and walked on the road of saying goodbye to their youth. It wasn't until they turned their heads that they realized that their youthful time had disappeared without a trace. All that remained in their hearts were yellowed memories, dry tears, and scarred marks. However, at this moment, their stories are being recorded in light Song fonts before our eyes, making them laugh. Or cry. For him. For her. More for myself.