Jiang Yu's world was put on mute on his seventh birthday. The talented art student who exudes the scent of oranges wears long sleeves that reach past the wrist even in the middle of summer. His smile is bright but occasionally out of focus. People only thought of her as a quiet person, and only Jiang Yu could see the cold scar that was a mixture of old and new from under her accidentally rolled up sleeves - it was proof that she used pain to keep in touch with the world.
This time, it was Jiang Yu who walked towards her.
"See you next Saturday."
Purpose: redemption
