Xu Wu's world is a ruin without light
His father died young and his mother remarried. He held the drawing board that carried his last thoughts, but his mother smashed it to pieces under his feet.
"You are a waste just like him."
One sentence cut off the last trace of family affection and crushed his remaining love.
From then on, he became a lonely soul in the city, silent and alienated, carrying the shackles of severe depression, lingering in the darkness. Painting was his life, but when his life was gone, he was left with nothing but an empty shell, and even his breathing was filled with heavy despair.
Until Shen Siyu appeared
That young man who was like light, crashed into his gloomy life, did not dislike his embarrassment, was not afraid of his indifference, picked up his broken soul bit by bit, and pieced together his lost warmth.
Shen Siyu said: "Xu Wu, there is light in your paintings, and I want to be the person who picks up the light." He thought he had finally grasped salvation, and thought that there would be dawn at the end of darkness.
But the abyss of depression was too deep, and the pain of the past was too painful. The light that finally shined through could not stop his falling footsteps.
"I'm sorry, I still can't survive for you."
Intention: Friendly