Zhang Ji later often thought:
If that day, he folded those pieces of paper and stuffed them into the innermost secret pocket of his schoolbag;
If that day, he sandwiched them between the heavy textbooks and pressed them so hard that the writing was smeared into the pages;
If that day, he even just threw it into the pencil case and locked it with a click——
Then he will still be Zhang Ji wearing a perfect mask, and no one will know his true appearance.
But maybe he told so many lies that even fate got tired of his tricks.
So that day, the wind came.
The unforeseen and unreasonable wind howled and opened the pages he had placed on the table, with a crash - like a god carelessly raising his hand, overturning the tower of lies he had carefully built.
The wind blew those words flying, and the black and white words on the paper, talking about things that in his opinion were "shady", were spread out in front of everyone like evidence of guilt.
His Pandora's box was easily opened by a gust of wind.
Later, there was another secret in his Pandora's box, and he only wanted one person to know this secret.
Zhang Ji
Concept: A sensitive young man's journey of inner healing