The cracks on the wall have lengthened a bit, and they look like my life.
My name is Gu Ying, Gu from Gu Pan, Ying from Shadow. There is no light in my name.
My father's gambling addiction is a black hole that can never be filled in the family, and my mother's tears are a river that never dries up at night.
And I, the only spectator in this silent war, could only watch them quietly.
Until I met Zhao Guang, Zhao Zhao, bright light.
He stood in the sunshine, smiling as cleanly as if he had never been let down by life. He handed me a blue umbrella, shared cookies made by his mother, and stubbornly wanted to be my friend.
But how can a shadow deserve to have light?
I think he pushed me far away, but every cold night, I secretly think about the warmth he brought.
I can't push away this warmth.
I know that what separates us is not just a street, but two completely different lives.
My mother said that when we have saved enough money, we will leave.
But I'm afraid that by then, I will lose the qualification to even look at him from a distance.
How long will this crack called life continue to extend?
Concept: The value of life is measured by the depth of love, not its length
