Fifteen-year-old Shen Ziran knelt in the heavy rain and begged all night, but was eventually kicked out of the country.
When he was twenty years old, he was carried back to China and almost lost his life on the plane.
At the age of twenty-five, he held a sharp knife to his chest, his face numb and desperate.
The first half of his life was like walking on a tightrope, teetering on the edge. He loved that person with all his heart, but that person never looked at him.
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