In my previous life, I was a good girl in everyone's eyes.
Gentle, sensible, and without temper.
Then I tortured myself to death.
When I opened my eyes again, I became the frail and sick second daughter of the Yan family.
My whole family has only one request for me: just stay alive.
But I soon discovered that this home was not normal.
My dad, an architectural designer, answered the phone in the middle of the night and said, "Let me take a look at that leak."
My mother is a psychological counselor and can make people cry when they come to the house to cause trouble.
My brother, a homeless man, slumped on the sofa playing games, and occasionally disappeared for a day or two.
I asked them if they were hiding something from me.
The three of them said in unison: "No."
——The answer is too neat.
Forget it, what they hid from them, I hid from mine.
I like writing novels, painting, and going to the wilderness alone to look at plants.
I'm not in good health, but I like to see the world. With an intravenous drip and a bottle of medicine in hand, I have to go to Dunhuang, Iceland, and the mountains of Guizhou.
They don't stop me. He is only responsible for packing medicine for me.
I thought I hid it well.
Until one day, I told a story about a "friend"——
It's about a girl who is isolated, consumed, swallows all her temper, and finally suffocates herself to death.
My mother was silent for a long time.
Then she said: "Is that friend you?"
I said no.
But I cried all night.
Later I learned that everyone in this family has secrets they don't want to tell.
And they were the first to see through my secret.
It's not that you don't deserve to be loved, it's that you haven't been properly received yet.
In this life, someone has caught me.
Intention: It's not that you don't deserve to be loved, it's that you haven't been properly received.
May you be caught with gentleness and learn to catch others.
But true tenderness is not something that can be endured, but something that comes from being loved.