Before rebirth, Xu Xu's heart was made of glass.
Transparent, fragile, and cracked at the slightest touch.
On the day she was diagnosed with depression, she was sitting alone in the hospital corridor and heard the nurse whisper: "That girl seems to have a heart of glass."
She didn't cry. I just remembered this sentence for a long time.
Then, in the spring of my seventeenth year, it shattered.
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After rebirth, that glass heart is still there.
She was still so sensitive, so clumsy, so bad at being happy.
She can think about someone else's words all day long, and a little kindness can make her want to cry.
She would still suffer from insomnia late at night, and she would still fall silent suddenly in a lively crowd.
But this time, she didn't want to be broken again.
She began to learn to hold the glass heart carefully and hide it in the safest place.
I no longer expect anyone to turn it into a diamond, I just hope that it will not break into pieces.
It doesn't matter if you didn't do well in the college entrance examination, just try your best.
It doesn't matter if you can't make friends, one is enough.
It doesn't matter if you can't be happy... You can still live if you are not happy.
It was at this time that Zhou Yi appeared.
He was like a ray of light shining into her gray world.
He was not here to save her, he just smiled and handed her a candy every day, said "take your time" when she said "I can't", and sat quietly next to her when she was silent.
Xu Xu didn't know if the glass could be heated.
But she wanted to give it a try.
"Zhou Yi," she lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, "my heart is made of glass. It is very fragile and troublesome. You may have to be very careful..."
"It's okay," he interrupted her, his voice as gentle as coaxing a frightened cat, "glass is beautiful too."
"And," he winked, "if it breaks into pieces, I'll help you put it back together."
Concept: Glass is transparent and fragile. Her heart was like glass—fragile, sensitive, and shattered at a touch. But glass can also refract light, just like the small beautiful things in her life