The story of model Sugar. I hope you like her and support her.

[Birch Forest in the North]
In the iron-blue mountain folds of the Greater Khingan Range, the birch forest is covered with snow all year round. 28-year-old Sugar turned her wheelchair over the diamond-shaped light spots cast by the frosted window frames. The fill light on the mobile phone holder lit up before dawn, like a cluster of unmelting North Stars - this was her 147th live broadcast alone. Frozen blueberry preserves and birch bark handicrafts were placed on the shelves. The constantly jumping bullet screen in the lower right corner was reflected in her amber pupils, like a firefly crossing the forest.

[Destiny's U-Turn]
The asphalt road in my memory still winds in my dreams. Two years ago, at noon in the hot July, a truck loaded with pine wood drew a serpentine track on the melted asphalt road. She remembered that she was still holding the wedding invitation she bought for her sister when she was blown away by the air wave. The glass jar of hawthorn jam drew a golden arc in the air. The next second, the scattered red confetti and the pungent smell of diesel constituted her last perception of the summer of 26 years old.

[Mechanical Wings]
In the mirror corridor of the rehabilitation center, the titanium alloy prosthesis glowed with inorganic cold light under the fluorescent light. Su Ge once stared at the mold spots on the ceiling of the ward all night, imagining that it was some kind of mysterious star map. Now her "legs" can accurately complete the 15° inclined plane walking test, but they will resonate with the bone joints on rainy days to produce the tingling pain of phantom limbs. The audience in the live broadcast room often praised her wheelchair for its agility, like a mermaid sitting in a moving shell. No one knows how many times this metaphor made her bite her lips in the middle of the night.

[Snow Falls Silently]
The storage room at three o'clock in the morning was piled with goods to be shipped, and the moonlight plated the wheelchair armrests with silver edges. Su Ge used her broken femur to hold the box against the packaging, and tied a beautiful bow with her fingers. This is her original way of packing - when the ribbon wraps around the corners of the carton, it will form an elegant arc similar to the crossed legs. There was a hollow roar from the heating pipe, and she suddenly remembered what the hunters in Daxinganling often said: On the quietest snowy night, you can hear the hooves of deer running a hundred years ago.

[Double Image in the Mirror]
Every night before going to bed, the bathroom mirror will reflect two Su Ge at the same time. The one standing in a floral dress running in the pine needle pile, and the one sitting is mechanically applying anti-inflammatory ointment to the joint of the broken limb. This is the past that can never be returned.