When Sang Yan was twelve years old, she lost her mother and was taken to live in a compound.
She knew that the woman who would braid her hair with a smile and tell her tenderly that our faces were so beautiful would leave her forever.
She saw with her own eyes that the woman was lying on the ground covered in blood, lifeless.
The smell of blood made her nauseous and became her daily nightmare.
The first time Ji Xiangyu saw Sang Yan was at her mother's funeral hall.
The little girl was dressed in white, with a white flower on her hair. Her eyes were red, but she was holding back tears, which was so stubborn that it made people feel heartbroken.
Later, the little girl moved to the compound and sat alone in silence.
There was no light in those eyes, as if there was no hope when looking up.
Sang Yan didn't like Ji Xiangyu, not from the first meeting.
He always looked at her with that pity look.
Whether in life or study, she could always see his pity for her in him.
But she doesn't need it, pity is for the weak, and she is not a weak one.
However, he would stand up for her regardless of his own safety when she was bullied.
He would remember her menstrual period and help her prepare hot water bottles and brown sugar water.
He would protect her head when she woke up again and again, telling her not to be afraid, he was there.
The little girl he protected grew up and flapped her wings to fly to a world without him.
Ji Xiangyu was also helpless and could only accompany her to adapt to each world, and eventually it became her whole world.
She is the beauty of his hand and his beauty.
Purpose: Love and redemption