On the first day of school, Zhu Pingan noticed Zhu Zhimei.
It's not because she is special, but because she is so quiet, so quiet that the whole class is divided into groups in a lively manner, and she is the only one left in the seat, as if she has long been used to being forgotten.
Zhu Pingan didn't know where the impulse came from, so he raised his hand and said, "I'm in a group with her."
At that moment, she saw the tears in Zhu Zhimei's eyes.
Later she discovered that Zhu Zhimei was always late, her eyes were always red, there were fingernail marks on her arms, and she didn't even dare to cry. And the name "Zhi Mei" is like a wound carved on her body since she was a child.
That rainy night, Zhu Zhimei stood at the door of her house soaked to the skin.
"Don't go" made Zhu Ping'an panic.
At that time, Zhu Ping'an wanted to get closer, but he didn't know what he was thinking. She wanted to protect her, but she, a sixteen-year-old girl, couldn't change anything. But she just couldn't take her eyes away from Zhu Zhimei.
Um, so what does that feel like? Do you like it? ………
Intention: Be each other's light in the darkness.