During the semester, when I was struggling, a new classmate came. Everyone said that his family was from the capital.
It looked like none of his teachers and classmates dared to touch him. Everyone held him up like summer ice cream, fearing that he would melt, but he took the initiative and integrated into the high school campus of this isolated town.
I don't know why he came here, and I don't know when he will leave. I only know that looking at his milk-like skin, I thought to myself: It really looks like ice cream...
Intention: Your true self can also be loved by others