This is a novel about loneliness, music and the hidden pain of youth. There is no violent pain in Shen Mi's story, only a slow, silent collapse - the kindness that was not caught, the calls for help that were not seen, and the "save me" that was not spoken. But when she finally understood that salvation never comes from others, the stone that had been weighing on her chest for many years began to quietly move away.
Intention: Salvation is not in any song or in any one person. It's in your own hands, but you just keep forgetting to look at it.