He is a paper crane repeatedly rubbed by fate, rising and falling alone in the deep sea of depression.
Lin Chuxu's world was already weighed down by the reality of his mediocre family. He was caught between the mud and thorns, like a person held down by invisible hands at the bottom of the water. Every time he raised his head, he tried his best, but was dragged back into the darkness again and again. Words were his only outlet, a wisp of air he grabbed before suffocating, but the emotions pouring into the pen eventually turned into an airtight cage, trapping him in the abyss of himself. Even his breathing carried the weight of despair, until Xu Yanshen appeared, like a beam of light penetrating the thick fog, with just the right tenderness.
This is a story about redemption and being redeemed. When the paper crane folded by hand finally found its home, on the lonely grave, he finally found his way back. The past self was the best gift.
Intention: Obsession and Redemption
