Zhuo Juexia, an ordinary 16-year-old high school student, lived a life of half hard work and half decadence, stumbling and stumbling, so he was full of resentment and fell asleep in class one day and found that he could not wake up. Chen Zhichun, the monitor of his class, asked him to get up for class as usual. Before he could touch his hand, his head started to hurt violently. His eyes went dark, and a feeling of soul falling off his bones suddenly emerged. After a lifetime of noise, Zhuo Juexia slowly opened his eyes and looked around. The dark hall... And... Corpses? ? No... Chen Zhichun? ! !
"I actually think that the two of us are quite destined. I withdraw all my previous opinions about you."
"...? Why do you say that? How do you think I care about my business?"
"You don't know the end of spring even if it rains, but you can only feel the depth of summer when it clears up. Have you heard this poem? Our names correspond one to one."
"Xiao Zhuo, don't hurt yourself anymore. It won't look good if you leave traces."
"Zhichun, do you know why I did this?"
"Only by leaving indelible traces on my body can I remove the traces on my heart."
Purpose: Please be kind to everyone around you who has mental illness. They are extremely sensitive but gentle.
