She died at the age of twenty-seven. I was alone, and when I left, there was no one to say goodbye to.
When he opened his eyes again, he became a man - a newborn. The doctors and nurses gathered around her and marveled at how the dead child was alive again. Only she knew clearly in her heart: This body is not hers, these parents are not hers, and this life was stolen from her.
Don't dare to use stolen things too practically.
So she doesn't fight for anything and wants nothing. When others give her candy, she shakes her head; when others treat her well, she hides away. She thought it would be nice to live her whole life alone, as she didn't owe anyone anything.
Later, a family moved next door with a little girl named Xia Zhile.
That girl was like a piece of dog-skin plaster that stuck from the age of three to twenty-three. He couldn't avoid the sweets she gave him, and he couldn't push away her concern. In the end, even she couldn't leave his life.
He said for people like me, stay away from me.
She said I don't.
He said I can't give you anything.
She said I don't want you to give it, I just give it to you.
In the end - he couldn't bear to let go of her.
Purpose: Being healed by love, a stolen life is worthy of being loved