Starlight, decorated with Yang Ni's beautiful big eyes. After www.biquge.info came out of the school hospital, she never felt at ease. Thinking of her physical condition, thinking of everything that Zheng Pei, who had never masked herself, did for him, the little rabbit in her kept running around. However, what upset her the most was that in her confusion that night, the warmth of Zheng Pei's back seemed to be entrenched in her heart, and the warm current penetrated her dazed thoughts, entangled her long-dormant heart. She thought of her grandmother, and only her kind face and warm embrace could have moved her so much. And that warmth has been sealed in the dusty box of memories long after the mother remarried. When Yang Ni was very young, she lost her father and mother at the same time in a miserable white cry, and since then she has become her grandmother's little tail, and her grandparents and grandchildren depend on each other. She often looked at the listless little trees in her grandmother's yard and felt pity. After living with her grandmother for a few years, the strange mother suddenly appeared in front of her with a man and a little boy, announcing that it was her new father and brother. She tries to get close to this wayward and mischievous brother in the encouragement of her grandmother's sigh. And for the next ten years, the new father's gushing alcohol and hard fists continued to appear in her and her mother's nightmares. Over the years, Yang Ni has become an introverted and obedient and even somewhat sophisticated child, and in addition to the occasional comfort that her brother with a different surname can bring her, she is trying to survive between being beaten and escaping beatings. To her anger, her mother, who was also beaten, gradually became attached to the alcoholic man like a slave, and gradually ignored her. Watching other people's families live happily ever after, she hated why God was so unfair, but life always told her a new definition of torture: gradually, she found that the man looked at her differently than before. Aside from foul language, the man stopped hitting her. He would suddenly come to her bedroom looking for something, or watch thoughtfully as she went in and out of the bathroom. Yang Ni instinctively felt an even more terrible danger. But God willing, that man's shameless behavior finally reined in after the intervention of the third uncle who came to find relatives. She went out early and returned late every day, and her fear of home turned into lingering in books. She understood that the third uncle was just a chain that tied that demon, and she couldn't judge how long it could last. Only by leaving this family, flying away, and finding a place to start her life again, can she completely get out of this disgusting quagmire. Since then, Yang Ni has studied with the crazy energy that teachers feel, and she doesn't care about what kind of life girls of the same age should have. Finally, her own efforts were exchanged for God's favor, and her tears wet the notice of the provincial key university. The congratulations of the head teacher, the gift of the younger brother, and the family banquet of the third uncle made her hopeless. All suffering is a thing of the past, and she has become a new version of herself, with a new sky.

Yang Ni sighed, and the corner of the pillow towel was crumpled by her.

After entering the university, Yang Ni worked harder than anyone else. The scholarship in the first two semesters of her freshman year became the best reward for her hard work. She had planned to work hard in school for four years, find a good job with excellent grades, and use her growing ability to bury her past life with her own hands. But now, a boy disturbs her mind, and she finds herself unable to concentrate, thinking of him all the time, consciously or unconsciously. He is a good person and tries his best to help himself, and Yang Ni regrets treating people so much in the ward. But in order to change her life, she can't count on anyone, she can only rely on herself, and no one can help her.

Yang Ni sighed, but she was angry that she just couldn't forget him.

Yang Ni slowly smoothed the pillow towel that was crumpled into a ball, and she looked at the night sky outside the window, starry. A few very strange question marks suddenly appeared in her mind, which dormitory was the boy named Zheng Pei in? Will he not be able to sleep? Does he think about himself at this moment?