Lying in his room, Zhao Cheng thought of Zhao Xiaoxiang and felt somewhat lost. Actually, his grades had been pretty good before; otherwise, he could never have gotten into Xiangcheng No. 1 High School.
It was just that after Zhao Xiaoxiang suddenly came down with a strange illness, and The Doctor told them she did not have long to live, his whole mindset had collapsed.
Though "collapsed" was not quite the right word. How should he put it? He had suddenly felt that a life spent following every rule was utterly meaningless. In the end, people were going to die anyway. Better to do more of the things you wanted to do.
And did he like studying?!
Of course he did not. Before, he had forced himself to study, so his grades had been decent. But after he figured things out, he stopped forcing it.
True, many people said that if you did not study hard now, you would regret it in the future. But to regret something, you first had to have a future.
He used to mock people who drank today's wine and got drunk today, thinking them far too decadent. But now? Every day in the present was what mattered most.
Just like Zhao Xiaoxiang. Before she fell ill, everyone believed she would have a brilliant future, because she was a genius in the truest sense of the word. She learned everything quickly, and her grades had consistently ranked first in her year.
Her personality was cheerful, lively, and strong; she was pretty, too—the standard template for a winner in life.
But now?!
Her studies had been cut short. Even leaving the house had become a problem, and she had grown so thin she was barely recognizable. Though she still remained optimistic, how could anyone truly be