"Back then, I sat at the train station, dumb and dazed, with the wind so cold, but my heart was even colder. After sitting all day, I finally realized I was feverish and my sense brought me back, finally reminding myself to save myself."
"It was not easy to borrow a phone from the lady at the kiosk to call Qi Sheng. By the time he arrived after several days on a train, I was shrinking inside the kiosk, looking like a little beggar."
"In that moment, seeing the worry on his face, I thought to myself, maybe I'll just spend my life with this man."
By the end of it, Yang Xiaoli's words were both melancholic and relieved, and tears had already covered her face.
If it had been two years ago, she definitely wouldn't have shared these thoughts, not even with her two close friends. But after honing her skills in society for two years, she had come to realize that much of her fearless pride was both self-harming and hurtful to others.
