Some words are neither serious nor light, just enough to make people defeated.
Yan Xiao always thought that the language and words that accompanied her growing up were the warmest things in the world, and she loved them. But the cruel reality told her that they were cruel and biting.
They kept telling her that she was humble and contemptible, and that she could not ignore them.
She was covered in wounds and she was covered in mud. She ran as hard as she could, collapsed and cried on the spot.
She heard the sound of her life slowly withering. She endured seemingly small verbal violence.
She once thought she would be greeted by cheers, laughter, flowers and applause.
The isolation and helplessness hidden in the darkness cannibalized her, making her laugh wildly.
She could no longer fight.
The darkness gradually dissipated and she fell into a hot embrace.
Warm and honest.
He ignored her being covered in mud and hugged her very tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into her bones and blood.
Long time no see, strange.
He finally came to her rescue.
Purpose: Oppose verbal violence
