Introduction to the work "The Unbloomed Poisonous Flower"
Fu Shiyan's life is the poisonous juice exuding from the rhizome of the oleander. My father's violence is the thorns that cut into my bones, and my classmates' bullying is the acid rain that pours down rumors. When the transfer student Zhu Pingan handed over the cup of strawberry milk, she thought she had caught the light coming through the cracks - the warmth of the gray-blue scarf, the glimmer of the promise of outing, and the silent almond milk in the drawer every morning, became the only trembling spark in her frozen world. She approached awkwardly, and even used her scarred hands to carefully hold back a piece of warmth.
Until the truth of the bet pierces the illusion like a poisoned ice pick. Those smiles, protection, and the temperature in the thermos cup in the morning are just chips in a frivolous gambling game between Zhu Ping An and his friends. "Hold on for a month and make that weirdo believe you" - the content of the bet leaked on the radio was the straw that broke the camel's back. The last light in Fu Shiyan's eyes went out. The life-saving straw turned into an abyss, pushing her completely into darkness. The cold wind of late autumn swept over the bare oleander tree in the corner of the campus. The scarlet flowers had long since withered, leaving only the ferocious dead branches. I silently witnessed the huddled figure under the tree, using a utility knife to scratch the last deep mark on the old scar. The gray-blue scarf was soaked with warm blood, like a completely tainted flag of hope, covering her poisonous youth that failed to bloom.
