"Back then, I sat at the train station, dazed and foolish, the wind was so cold, yet my heart was even colder. After idly sitting for a day, I belatedly realized I had a fever, reason returning, I finally thought of self-rescue."
"It took a lot of effort to borrow a phone from the lady at the kiosk to call Qi Sheng, by the time he arrived after several days by train, I was pitifully curled up inside the kiosk, just like a little beggar."
"In that moment, seeing the worry on his face, I thought, let's just spend my life with this man."
By the end, Yang Xiaoli's words contained both a sense of loss and acceptance, tears already streaming down her face.
If this had been two years ago, she would certainly not have spoken these words, even to her two close friends. But after two years of experience in society, she understood that a lot of the fearless pride was both self-harming and harmful to others.
