Freedom, confidence, flamboyance — in her youthful impressions, Mo Shangjun seemed capable of anything.
In the years that followed, there was no news of Mo Shangjun, and her admiration and reverence for a person were not enough to get her through those dry and dull study years.
One by one, nights of staying up late to review, devouring books, drained her admiration for Mo Shangjun. Many times she complained to her friends why she impulsively chose to study medicine because of Mo Shangjun, why she compromised herself for an empty fantasy...
The arduous study experience, her increasingly haggard appearance and her careless grooming, the gleaming youthful peers in other majors, the mocking remarks from friends...
These emotions, pressed together, made Mo Shangjun's image not as tall in her heart, even harboring resentment.
However, as graduation approached, among many choices, she still chose to go to a military hospital ten thousand miles away from home.
