"Why is it always someone else who is loved?"
Li Qi had counted a thousand sunsets in the corridor of the town middle school. Looking at the groups of figures in the sunset, it seemed as if he was always outside.
Misplaced friends, false first loves, malicious messages - every scar asks the same question: "Why?"
Until that rainy night, she quietly played "Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence".
"Mountains are still mountains, but they are just the scenery behind you."
Intent: Not all answers can be found why - a youth story about pain, sobriety and self-salvation