The first clear "possession" in my life was given by He Zhiyan with the gesture of a knife blade.
At the age of seventeen, my dignity was stripped away under the neon lights, and at the age of twenty-one, I signed myself in front of the surgery fee. He is the proud son of heaven, and I am a broken bargaining chip surviving in the mud. There was never a fair deal between us, only his strong giving - giving pain, giving humiliation, and also giving me the tenderness like glass candy wrappers that made me trance.
I once thought that his mother's raised slap and the words "go away" were the final chapter of this absurd drama. Until he returns, he tears apart all the carefully arranged lies and reveals the bloody truth underneath: It turns out that those injuries are clumsy approaches, and those abandonments are silent struggles.
And in the end, what he handed me was no longer a cold blade.
It was a ticket to the unknown, and a sentence that made my soul tremble: "Lin Cuo, let's elope."
This time, the sugar finally coated the tip of the blade.
Intention: Don't give up, you will eventually wait for your summer