Jiang Zixing woke up from his desk again.
The old lights flickered on and off, familiar handwriting appeared repeatedly on the blackboard, and he seemed to have heard the sound of dripping water at the end of the corridor countless times.
He lost count of how many times he repeated this.
He only knew that the people around him were smiling, hating, bullying, and hiding things, and there were obsessions and malice that he couldn't understand hidden in their eyes.
Someone once walked side by side in the sunshine, and in the blink of an eye they drew their swords at each other.
Some people say the softest words, but they pierce the sharpest thorns into the chest of the person they trust the most.
Some people are obviously covered in scars, but they drag everyone into deeper darkness with their own hands.
Lies stack up and sincerity becomes void.
All silence, cold eyes, betrayal and accusations are slowly tempered into blades in this closed campus.
As he comes back again and again,
Trying to see the truth behind every mask,
Trying to hold on to those who are destined to fall.
It wasn't until the end that I understood——
He needs to end everything
Intention: Refuse to use others as evil, refuse to use words as swords, hope that every hurt will be faced squarely, and every sincerity will be treated with tenderness. Self-salvation in growth