His smile is like the spring sun, and his heart is like a barren hill.
At the age of fourteen, his family was destroyed, and the good boy named Shen Mingyuan drowned in formalin. The name of the survivor is Shen Zhou - sunshine is the mask of his precise calculations, and kindness is the bargaining chip for his return on investment.
Until I met Gu Ying. A person who is lonelier than him can see through it at a glance: "When you laugh, there is something crying in your eyes."
After eight years of rain, someone finally held an umbrella.
Two broken souls, on the rooftop, clumsily squeezed into the same daylight amid the sound of erhu.
Growing up is as painful as peeling off a cocoon. The incompetent self I used to be is long dead. Now this one is the best.
The day is burning. He was burned into a human being in the light.
Intention: Kill yourself in order to become yourself.