The day my father killed himself out of shame for his crimes, Qi Li handed me a bouquet of roses.
The day I took sleeping pills, I discovered he’d replaced every white pill with candy.
At last, just as he wanted, I fell madly in love with him.
Only then did I discover that he was the real mastermind behind the bullying.
I remembered how he’d just turned away, holding the girl who’d bullied me for three years, and looked down at me as he said:
“Wang Xiaoqian? She’s not worthy.”
It turned out it had all been a dream, gone in an instant.
The lingering pain from the beatings blurred the memory of his once-gentle face.
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Theme: There is no need to grieve over the passing years; hope is everywhere.
