A child with low self-esteem since childhood would rather endure it silently even if he was wronged or hurt. Wutong once thought that he would spend the rest of his life like this, but it was in that autumn when the wind was gentle, in that smelly toilet, and in that crowd of people, Wutong met the sun and the light in life.
In the noisy classroom, in full view of everyone, Qi Zhian held Wutong's hand under the table. They looked at each other, they knew each other tacitly, and they had the same mind. Then Wutong took the initiative to hold back, interlocking his fingers.
I am willing to indulge and become a thing in your palm.
The sycamore trees are still there, and I feel at ease.
Purpose: redemption