"My name is Ji Cun, I exist." But in this world, no one seems to need me to exist.
Until Wenhe found me. He looked at me like a broken mirror. It turns out that we share similar rifts.
The difference is that he knows how to be loved, but I doubt my qualifications to be loved. He taught me to take care of myself, taught me to hold my head up, and taught me to accept His goodness. But when he held my cold hand and asked me if I was cold, I forgot to answer.
Because at that moment I suddenly understood - the most biting cold is the warmth that suddenly comes and I don't know how to bear it after I am used to being ignored.
Concept: A story of broken children