She and the Daisies Both Bow Their Heads

Hidden in Zhu Qing'an's desk is a dried daisy specimen. It lies on top of her workbook full of mistakes, her asthma medication, and every unheard cry for help.

When the halo of being a top student becomes an instrument of torture

Her classmates' ostracism means sticking chewing gum to the back of her uniform.

Her teacher's expectations are the white chalk dust from an eraser smashed against her desk.

Her parents' love is the antidepressants arranged on the dinner table in the shape of an "A+".

"Zhu Qing'an, why are you always looking down?"

They don't know she's counting the cracks between the floor tiles, where her own shattered shadow lies...