These few years
I was always in a state of inexplicable panic. In the dead of night, when I am immersed in work, when I am chatting and laughing with my friends, everything that happened three years ago is like a movie set to play on a loop, replaying in my mind over and over again, which makes me feel deeply suffocated. In the movie, there are washed-out jeans, yellowed white shoes, and of course a boy named Qi Xi. In my teenage years, "QI+□□" was just the name of a soda brand to me. I never thought that a boy with a funny name would change the trajectory of my life. He took me from darkness to light, and then pushed me hard into the abyss of hell. This story is a bit long and is still ongoing...