His name is Ruan Zhixian, a mistaken being who was annotated by his parents as "you must know how to be hated by others". The last time I saw him, he was tied up behind his back and stuffed into an ambulance, whimpering from his mouth, and the blue crayon I secretly gave him was half exposed from his discarded school bag.
We met again in the pale corner of the mental hospital. He curled up, like a cub abandoned by the world, crying into the air, "Don't leave me behind." I decided to take him away from this cold white wall and the pungent smell of potions, and my home became his new world.
He would smile like I had never seen before because of a blue windmill turning in the wind; he would also wake up from nightmares in the middle of the night and hold my hand tightly to make sure I was not hallucinating. When he left the bloodied tooth marks on the back of my hand and asked me with tearful eyes if I really would never leave, I realized that what I had picked up was not just a boy, but a broken soul that needed to be pieced together bit by bit with love and patience.
Purpose: Minors are prohibited from imitating
