Beneath a veneer of goodness, everyone is an abuser.
Humanity has never been anything else.
A boy as wild as the wind meets Wen Tong, as delicate as a daisy, in the reckless madness of being seventeen.
In an age when people can type without taking responsibility, Wen Tong is cursed and insulted, doxxed, and sent packages of all kinds: skinned dead rats, bloodstained sanitary pads, and the bodies of some kind of animal.
Until one day
Wen Tong receives a finger.
Terrified, Wen Tong breaks down, screaming and sobbing. But in the next instant, someone covers her eyes from behind. A boy's clear voice sounds by her ear. He says, “Little Bell, don't look.”
Wen Tong turns and embraces the boy behind her, the one she has always been at odds with.
Years later,
Wen Tong still remembers that rainy night when she was seventeen.
Qi Ye tells her, “Don't live in other people's gossip. Please live in my eyes.”
“Amid the countless bitter evils of this world, you are the only sweet fruit.”
* Mutual healing
* No real-life inspirations; please don't make inappropriate associations.
* This story is about cyberbullying; please don't give writing advice.
2020.9.17.
Theme: Growing up
