Ji Wenni dropped out of public school and then resumed school. She transferred to a high-pressure private high school and felt out of place.
Here, she reunited with Xiang Qingxiao - the girl who once picked up the mint candies scattered on the ground for her on a miserable afternoon and accepted the coldest one from her hand with a smile.
Now, at dusk filled with the aggressive scent of osmanthus, beside the trash can, Xiang Qingxiao once again saw through her pretense of collapse. There was no extra comfort. He just put the same blue mint candy into the palm of his hand and said softly, "This taste is a bit too strong."
A look at each other, a word of understanding, a piece of candy.
It is enough to allow a person who is about to drown to regain the rhythm of breathing.
Intention: True salvation is not about forgetting pain. It's about someone seeing your pain and whispering, "Yes, this is really hard." To be heard and understood.