When Leng Ningyue was sixteen, her world held only herself: dark, lonely, and forgotten by everyone, as if by unspoken agreement. She never brought it up either. Only on the rare occasions she became famous was she hated by the whole world.
Then one day, Wen Sangyu saw a girl in a bar, clutching a bottle and crying miserably, cautiously keeping everyone at a distance.
Suddenly, he understood what it meant to feel compassion for someone.
