How far is the distance between genius and madness?
Seventeen-year-old Lin Peiyou knows the answer to this question.
She is a rusty knife.
The blade was softened by mother's tears,
The tip was broken by my stepfather's gaze.
Everyone said:
"Lin Peiyou, you have to be good."
Until that rainy day——
The young man held her bleeding wrist,
Put the wound on his own equally hideous scar.
"Does it hurt?" He asked,
But before she nodded, her eyes turned red.
"Then remember this pain."
"Then, live with me until the day it doesn't hurt anymore."
Depressed girl with high IQ × dazzling paranoid boy
Concept: The purpose of the glass bird is not to fly, but to prove that the most fragile thing can also reflect the entire starry sky.