"My lover does not possess conventional beauty, but I love her as if she is the only evidence of my existence."
Seventeen-year-old Shen Zhiyi's life has become a dry well. He was adopted, fostered, praised for his intelligence, and praised by everyone for his adaptability. Only she knows that those smiles are practiced fake smiles. She is a person who wakes up every morning and needs to count thirty seconds to confirm that she is still alive. She is a person who cannot recognize herself in the mirror.
Until Chen Yan said something on the edge of the playground - "She can't even like herself." That sentence was like a pebble thrown into the bottom of a well. After a long fall, there was finally an echo.
Shen Zhiyi began to hate her. I hate her for being nosy, I hate her for being smart, I hate her for crushing that layer of ice to expose the low water. But hating it, she found herself looking out the window every afternoon during the second period - Chen Yan's classroom was in that direction. She washed the candy wrapper Chen Yan gave her, folded it and took it with her, and put the rubber band that Chen Yan had replaced on her wrist. She spent her whole life learning not to reach out, but for the first time she didn't know how to retract her hand.
Purpose: Caring for the mental health of young people and caring for marginalized groups