On a spring night when he was sixteen years old, Meng Li sat by the iron bridge, feeling like an isolated island forgotten by the world.
The snickers of her roommates and the deliberate isolation allowed her to escape from the suffocating dormitory. But after leaving the school gate, I found that I had nowhere to go.
"It's you, little classmate."
A gentle voice sounded behind him.
She turned around and saw the boy she met by chance at the barber shop in the afternoon, Qiao Ran. He knelt down and looked at her level: "It's so late, why don't you go home?"
What to say?
That she's homeless?
That she was forced to escape by her roommate?
So shameful.
The self-esteem of a sixteen-year-old is as thin as a cicada's wing and can be broken at the first prick.
Purpose: About "healing" and "growth", "protection" and "commitment"