Lin Wan had never been loved well by anyone in his life.
Grandpa owed hundreds of thousands in gambling debts and jumped to his death. The debt fell on my father. After drinking, he beat others, including my mother and her. Finally my mother couldn't bear it anymore and left the house without looking back. Her brother studied well and went to work in other places to help her study, but she just couldn't study - it wasn't because she was stupid, it was because when she sat in the classroom, her mind was filled with broken wine bottles and her mother's cries.
When she was thirteen years old, she took one foot out from the roof of the building.
She was dragged back, but there was a place in her heart that always followed that foot and never came back.
She lacks love, to the core of her being. So she is kind to everyone, hard-working, and has a giving personality. She is afraid that others will not like her, is afraid of being left behind, and is even more afraid that no one will pull her when she takes the second step.
She had a boyfriend. Xu Xiaoze was a very good person, from an ordinary family, but he grew up in love. He cares about her, but he doesn't understand her - he doesn't understand why she always worries about gains and losses, why she sheds tears over the smallest things, and why she seems to be running away at any moment even though they are together. It's not that he is bad, it's that their world is different. A peaceful breakup, she proposed.
Then she met Duan Hao.
The most eye-catching sketch teacher in the studio, his mouth is so vicious that it can make people cry. He was from the high school and came to fill in for her class temporarily.
He spent the whole class with his back to her while rewriting the drawing. She sat in the last row and could not see his face clearly from the beginning to the end. She stared at his back - the way he lowered his head to redraw the drawing, the rhythm of the pencil on the paper, occasionally raised his hand to push up his glasses, and the tinfoil-permed hair swayed. She watched the entire class like this.
When the bell rang, she put her drawing board into her bag, stood up, and suddenly found that her hands were shaking.
She didn't see his face clearly.
But she fell in love with him.
Concept: Falling in love with someone is more than just their face
