Shen Nianyi lives like an emotional detective. The silence of her parents, the sighs of strangers, and every subtle wrinkle in the air could not escape her perception. This talent made her tired and allowed her to barely stand firm on the ice she called "home."
Song Qi lives like a survival accountant. The cost of grandma's medicine, tomorrow's food, and the cost of every step in the future must be clearly considered in my mind. This ability has allowed her to survive until today, and also trapped her on a tightrope that cannot make mistakes.
Until that day after school, the world quietly cracked open.
On everyone's desk, there is an extra card with red writing. The rules are tailor-made:
Shen Nianyi must get three smiles - this is like a public execution for her who is used to being invisible.
Song Qi had to give away thirty yuan - breaking her in half for a penny was equivalent to cutting flesh and bleeding.
The price of breaking the rules is not pain, but "forgetfulness".
Some people forget the person they love most, and some people forget how to count.
When the classroom becomes an island, the lights begin to count down, and darkness creeps against the windows——
These two people, who were supposed to have nothing in common in the world, met their eyes in despair.
One can read people's hearts but not the rules, and the other can figure out everything but not the way out.
They stretched out their cold hands, not for warmth, but just to see if their sensitivity and calculation could break out of the rules before they completely swallowed them up.
——This is a survival game about what we are most afraid of losing deep down.
Concept: When the world uses rules as a blade, piercing everyone's deepest dependence, should we indulge in trauma, or connect with other people's islands and build a new land?
