Write to that boy.
Bai Qian.
The best-behaved top student in the school, and the wildest master in private.
He has a pair of moist, droopy eyes that always stare at people tenderly.
The thin gold-rimmed glasses frames concealed his violence and the indifference in his eyes.
Just by chance, Li Zisu saw another side of him that was well-behaved and docile.
Li Zisu.
She had written that person's name over and over again on the scratch paper that no one knew about, in the diary with yellowed edges, and on the mottled desk.
She imitated his handwriting and his signature.
When no one knew about it, she stopped in front of the bulletin board countless times.
She looked at his flying test papers and secretly copied his handwriting in her mind.
I pray sincerely——
If gods could hear,
I hope that my boy can live in this world forever clean, always gentle, and always passionate.
However,
God did not hear my prayers.
"Li Zisu."
She raised her head and saw the boy standing against the light, his face unfathomable in the black shadow.
Much later she learned that there had never been any gods.
He is God Himself.
Now, her god is coming to her.
No one knows——
That boy.
My liking for him turned into a belief.
As long as I think of him, I feel that there is still motivation to fight in a mediocre life.
I want to be the light that follows Him.
I want to heal my god.
Intention: Follow the light and become the light.