Yusui was named by her mother.
My mother didn't read many books. She only said that rice ears were food and could fill her stomach, so she called her Yusui.
Her mother taught her how to be a good person and how to be strong. With her mother's support, she used her excellence to cover up her inferiority complex. Everyone praised her for being sensible and capable, but a sensible child always had an unknown sadness, and no one knew that she was hiding in the middle of the night and breaking down again and again.
Yun Muzhi was also named by his mother.
Before he was ten years old, he was the favorite son of his mother. After he turned ten, he curled up in the yard like a dog and waited to die.
Relatives came to look for her, but in the next ten years, she took endless medicines and saw endless doctors. He learned to control his emotions and pretend to be a normal person, but he never trusted anyone again, including love and marriage.
Until she ran into his arms.
It was love at first sight, but neither of the two people who believed in love dared to speak first.
She was afraid that he would dislike her birthmark, and he was afraid that she would leave after knowing that he had a mental illness.
Two sober cowards, after repeated pulling and pulling, dared to truly hold each other's hands. They have two small scripts. If you can't say it out loud, write it down in a notebook.
The dense daily life is the proof of clumsily learning to love well.
He traced the outline of the birthmark for her and said, "No one is perfect, we are all the same." After reading his six-page letter about his entire life after the age of ten, she said nothing and just hugged him tightly.
Two imperfect people finally found the only outlet in each other. The only one in this life who will never betray.
He said: "When I met you, I started to become very lucky."
She said: "When I meet you, I seem to be slowly becoming myself again."
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