Bai Mingyi's right wrist is covered in scars.
He can't remember when he started cutting himself. He only remembers that each time the blade sliced into him, the voices in his head would stop.
He has a notebook filled with diagrams of synthesis pathways for energetic materials. He has a list of everyone who has ever hurt him.
He thought his end would come in an explosion.
Then Jiang Weiwen came along.
The unclassified boy couldn't smell the bitterness in his pheromones or understand the device diagrams in his notebook, but every morning, he would leave a rice ball on Bai Mingyi's desk.
"I made too many," he said.
Bai Mingyi didn't say thank you.
But he started counting the days he went without a blade.
Day one, day two, day three...
He didn't know that something was slowly settling inside him.
It wasn't hatred.
It was something else.
Theme: Redemption
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