Wen Zhiwan was born like a contradictory cub.
When it is timid, it shrinks into its thick hard shell; when it is sensitive, it erects its body with spikes, passively hurting and hurting others.
Others only saw her as cold, withdrawn, stubborn and awkward, but no one knew that those spikes were all layers of self-protection.
With a boring farewell from her best friend in elementary school, she cut off contact first, earning a reputation as cold-blooded and callous;
In junior high school, in order to protect his sister, he killed his ignorant heartbeat with his own hands, and was criticized for being unsympathetic and unrighteous;
In high school, I missed secret confessions, missed tender text messages, and was criticized for playing with my heart for no reason.
Sincerity is trampled on, preferences are misunderstood, and misunderstandings plague us year after year.
She slowly learned to close herself, put away her softness, and cut off all kindness, thinking that as long as she didn't get close, it wouldn't hurt anymore.
It wasn't until the autumn day when the camphor trees filled the field at the university that a roller skating boy came breaking through the wind.
Qiu Yan, dressed in silver clothes and with clear eyebrows, spoke softly in the midst of the crowd: I'll teach you.
Similar opening remarks, but completely different tenderness.
He saw through her inferiority complex and avoidance, and tolerated her retreat and defensiveness.
Don't force her to dismantle her past, don't force her to confess her weaknesses, just go quietly and wait for a long time.
In the old year, a strange combination of circumstances trapped my obsession for seven years.
A stolen piggy bank, a dusty heartfelt note,
Separated by a sea of people and misunderstandings, Shen Xingyi's life was filled with difficulties.
Intention: There is an evening breeze outside the shell, and someone is waiting for me to go there tenderly