Ding Qian, at the lovely age of twenty-two, was in the prime of her youth.
A senior, music academy graduate.
She loved classical music and jazz dance.
Her favorite instrument was the guitar.
Her favorite snack was chocolate beans.
Her favorite star was Wang Guangju.
Her favorite color was purple.
Her favorite...
There were so many things she liked and wanted to try, so many wishes yet to be fulfilled.
Ding Qian could be said to have been born with a golden spoon in her mouth, not in terms of her family's wealth, but because of her looks.
Born into a middle-class family, she had been treated like a doll since she was little. From kindergarten, she had always been followed by a group of little kids, and wherever she went, she was the absolute center of attention.
