The night Shen Fengmian tore open the admission notice, he knew he was going to die on Jiubei Street. The fists of her adoptive gambler, the scolding of her mean adoptive mother, and the sticky eyes of her uncle... Until she purposely fainted in front of the boy.
The heavy rain that had been brewing for several days finally poured down, and the instructor's assembly whistle came from the rain curtain.
There was a sudden voice from behind, and the door was opened and closed. "Ji Huaiche, are you not pure of heart?"
The heavy rain washed away the frosted glass, and the light in the room was dim. Ji Huaiche's lips curled up, "I don't seem to have introduced myself. Does that mean that you are here and paying attention to me?"
The distance was shortened as the words came closer. The back of Shen Fengmian's neck was pressed against the cold door panel. The person in front of him raised his hand, from his waist to his shoulder, to his ear.
With a "click" sound, the light of the incandescent lamp illuminated the entire room
He chuckled and took a step back and said, "It's too dark, I'll turn on a light."
The shaking IV pole and the metal hook hitting the iron frame made a clear sound, mixed with the sound of rain, like wind chimes on the eaves of a temple.
The last bit of sugar residue in his mouth was bitten into pieces, but Shen Fengmian didn't take it. Her beautiful red phoenix eyes raised to look at him, "Is this overflowing sympathy or is it a desire to protect?"
"You said my mind was impure, but I didn't seem to deny it."
"Then I shouldn't be able to answer it, right?"
"Appropriate use of other people's kindness is also a kind of independence," Ji Huaiche leaned slightly, "It is neither sympathy nor protection. Now I want to be used by you."
Intent: In the abyss of intrigue and quagmire, two broken souls serve as each other's beacons, completing two-way redemption with desperate courage.