His world is inherently good and bad.
Beneath the calm sea surface, there are turbulent undercurrents and ferocious beasts.
Tear open the hypocritical skin of life, and those scars will still bleed no matter how many days and nights they have gone through. Like a scratch on an arm, it can be covered or faded, but it will never disappear.
In his more than twenty years of life, no one had ever truly loved him. The mother is selfish and pathetic, and the father is violent and capricious.
As for himself, Lin Xiaoshu often thought about it. He is a wretch in the sewer, loveless and sensitive, gloomy and irritable.
In front of outsiders, he tried his best to pretend to be a normal person, but they were just waves floating on the water. His true heart sank at the bottom of the water, dark and invisible to the light.
However, some people climbed over mountains and ridges, crossed thorns, and found the lost half of their souls in the vast sea of people.
Depression writer x asexual psychiatrist
Intention: Love is to save each other