On the day of the group assignment draw, everyone was praying that Jiang Yu would not be drawn.
As a dank man known throughout the school, he is withdrawn, taciturn, and always carries the faint smell of blood on his body.
I took the initiative to choose to be in a group with him, just because I accidentally saw the medical certificate that fell out of his notebook——
"Affective disorder with tendency to self-harm."
From that day on, I became his follower, pestering him every day to talk nonsense, helping him organize his notes, and even moved next door to him.
He remained indifferent until late at night when I found my photos all over the wall at his house.
"Why do you want to get close to me?" He asked dumbly, holding the utility knife.
I gently held his trembling hand: "Because from the first day, I smelled it——"
"We all smell the same blood."
Intention: Our encounter is inevitable