On May 18, 2027, at 2:54 in the morning, he was sitting in the corner of the room, facing the dark night, in a daze, with tears on his face.
People are always elusive, and sadness is more like an old friend who comes uninvited but cannot refuse. He enjoys this sadness, even though he has been avoiding it, but it is indeed the deepest and most real thing he has felt in this period of time. At this moment, what he longs for is just this feeling of sadness. It's like a curious child facing a scabbed wound on his body. Even though he knows it will hurt to touch it, he still can't help but touch it.
For ten years, he once wanted to treat people and things in his own way, detaching his emotions and living hard. However, at certain moments in life, there will always be someone to accompany you and support you. Once this person is gone, you will find that you are like a stone thrown from the top of the 28th floor, free-falling and falling rapidly, no matter how rational or strong you are. After experiencing free fall again and again, the will has long been indestructible.
Many years ago, he was sitting on the stairs on the top floor of the school library. It was the most confused night in his life.
That night twelve years ago, this is the beginning of the story.