Qin Du lived like a piece of discarded scrap metal.
In the family building of the dilapidated steel factory in Tiexi District, he carried his paralyzed father, sick sister, and debts that would never be repaid, nailing himself to the rust of existence. Fighting, dropping out of school, working odd jobs - he had long learned to use indifference as armor, until that rainy night when he bumped into Xie Qichi in a convenience store.
Xie Qichi is a perfect specimen in the eyes of others. Her family is well-off, her grades are top-notch, and even her cuffs are ironed meticulously. But no one knows that he lives like an over-pruned bonsai, and even his breathing has the scale planned by his parents.
The two worlds were not supposed to intersect.
But when Qin Du blocked the knife for him in the dark alley, when Xie Qichi stood outside the work shed and watched him gnaw on the cold steamed buns with oily hands, when there was a note "So what?" Sandwiched in the creases of the make-up notes - something rusty and hard began to peel off.
The blast furnace of the steel plant has long been extinguished, but the young man's blood is still hot.
"Xie Qichi, do you fucking pity me?"
"Qin Du, I can't even pity myself, so why should I pity you?"
Purpose: "In the rusty reality, love is the only edge that is not dull."