Yao Shujun.
Qin Sisi silently repeated this name in her heart, nodded, and said, "A beautiful name, with a beautiful meaning."
It is clear that Yao Shujun's father was a cultured man.
Yao Shujun heaved a melancholic sigh, looked at Qin Sisi and asked, "Would you like to hear my story?"
"Sure!" Qin Sisi answered briskly. Since Yao Shujun was willing to share her story, she was more than willing to listen and perhaps understand Yao Shujun's inner thoughts better.
Yao Shujun turned her head towards the window, all she could see outside was darkness, and her path home seemed unattainably far.
She gave a long sigh, "I am not from here. I am from the south, both of my parents were teachers in middle school, and I had a very happy childhood.
After graduating high school, given the prevailing trend for educated youth to go to the countryside, I was assigned here."
Since then, her happy days were over, and her youthful passion soon evaporated in the face of harsh reality.
