A girl who wants to love but dare not love, arms herself with thorns just to avoid being hurt, because no one can protect her except herself. Maybe this is what people often call insecurity.
However, this little hedgehog lives among the crowd. Seeing others hugging him, he feels extremely lonely. Should he choose to pull out his own quill or stay away from the crowd? She fell into the abyss of struggle, as if she had been poisoned and couldn't extricate herself. Where should she go? And where does her thorn come from? No one is born a "hedgehog".
Whose medicine could her poison be?