The Grayer

The true underlying color shouldn't be white or black.

Black and white are both so distinctive, so forceful. Take either one away, and something feels wrong.

Wu Qi thinks gray should be the underlying color. It's easy to overlook, easy to be tainted, and easy to change.

For seventeen years, he has always been a nobody.

He doesn't know what he did wrong. Maybe it's because he has no personality. He treated people kindly, but in the end, he still couldn't get even the slightest bit of attention.

He isn't like those strong enough to be comfortable on their own. He has always wanted a close companion.

But no matter how considerate or humble he was, he was never as popular as people who were willful, sharp-tongued, and reckless.

Why is it that in the end, people always end up hating him?

He really can't understand.

Why am I always the one who opens my heart first, and the one others distance themselves from first?

Every time, it's always the same. After it happens enough times, you get used to it.

It's fine to be alone. It won't kill you.

There's nothing to be done. In a world with so many people, someone has to feel lonely.

At first, he wanted so badly to find someone like that to keep him company.

But in the end, he wished more than anything that he'd never met him. If everyone could be represented by a color, then I would definitely be

the grayer.