The day Mu Wucheng was thrown into the new school by his adoptive parents, he only wore a red string on his wrist.
It was given by a boy eight years ago, saying it could keep you safe.
He didn't remember the boy's name or what he looked like, but he only remembered that it was the only light in his dark childhood.
On the bus, a young man wearing the uniform of the same school sat next to him.
The moment the red rope brushed against the man's wrist, the man suddenly froze.
His eyes became hollow and his expression became lifeless, especially like him.
But only for that second.
Then the other person blinked and said with a smile: "Brother, your hands are very cold."
Mu Wucheng said nothing.
He didn't know that from this moment on, the young man named Li Mo had a soul that didn't belong to him.
And the red rope is never just about the wrists.
Intention: study hard