Because they are afraid of being left out, they dare not get close to them; because they are afraid of being rejected, they pretend not to be needed.
Before the age of seven, the world in Ning Xi's eyes was a hospice hospital. That pure white world that was ignorant of the world taught her silence and avoidance, and taught her to coldly reject others, but it did not teach her to love and be loved. Just when she was about to get used to this loneliness, fate unexpectedly placed her among four equally lonely children, as stubborn as Mo Yuan, as warm as Ming chess, as fragile as Xia Luo, and as gorgeous as Mei Xi. The fate of the five people was entangled into a string of youthful footprints with smiles and tears.
You can't resist this ritual, even though it's probably just an illusion of the bright morning sun. If I were you, I would tell every compassionate audience "I'm fine", wipe away my tears, and move forward with a smile with the wounds that only belong to sixteen or seventeen years old...