Rumors are like quenched poisonous sharp knives that stab straight into people's spine, forcing you to hunch your back and try to duck your head to avoid it.
Lin Qian didn't live long, but he had experienced the tossing and turning and discomfort caused by rumors every night. He had also experienced the silence of being abandoned, ignored, disgusted, slandered but not knowing how to defend. At first, she would wonder why me, and no one ever gave an answer.
Later, I gradually realized that not all reasons can be explained. To be hated is to be hated, and everything can be a reason. Don't argue, get used to ridicule, get used to exclusion, get used to silence.
Gu Zhi never thought that he would be obsessed with such a cold and heartless person for so many years, from youth to twilight, from this side of the world to that side of the world. As long as it's her, that's fine.