When he was 17 years old, Zhang Xiyang picked up a box of antidepressants that were about to expire by the trash can in the back alley of a hotel.
He secretly hid the medicine in his pocket, hiding the same scar on his wrist.
When 19-year-old Qi hope turned back, he saw the thin boy swallowing pills mixed with rainwater.
"Spit it out," she pulled his chin, "You can't take this medicine like this."
He huddled up among the wet cardboard boxes like an abandoned puppy: "Sister, am I... Hopeless?"
Qi hope covered their heads with his coat: "What a coincidence, I'm sick too."
Raindrops hit the temporary tent, and she spoke carefully:
"Listen, from today on, your life is under my control."
