If you have a story in your heart for a long time, you will get sick. I've thought countless times about how I'm going to open this story that has been hidden in my heart for a long time, but I've never thought I'd open it in such a hurry.

In the past six months, I have endured the pain that life has given me and I am confused.

I am also grateful for the growth that these have brought me, and people always find hope in desperate situations. I have wanted to write this story countless times before, but I always feel that I don't have enough pen power, not enough time, and not enough preparation......

In fact, it was because I was lazy and timid that I didn't dare to write!! because it was so important to me, so I was afraid in my heart, and I didn't dare to write, and I found all kinds of dispensable excuses to deceive myself, and let myself sink in pain and irritability.

Life is always rushed, it doesn't give you any respite, and you never know what fate will look like in the next play of the script for you. I woke up in an afternoon nightmare, drenched in a cold sweat, and I don't know what kind of state I was in to get on the wedge, and I stayed in front of the computer and waited for the review.

That's how my story began, and it was just beginning. Keep cutting and minus, keep patting my head, although it's slow, but I'll keep writing!!

I just want to be worthy of the sincere and prodigal young heart at the beginning.