Sang Qi always thought that he was a lively and cheerful boy, but everyone felt that there was an inexplicable depression in him.
Sang Qi: "What's wrong with me?"
The friend looked at his gloomy look and twitched his lips: "Ah, yes, yes, you are the most lively."
Xia Song: "Yes, I would say he is quite lively."
Friend:? ? ?
Frustration, social fear, and tolerance (blister on the head)
Intention: Strive to be your own sun.