On a spring day when she was 14 years old, Ruan Tang saw her silhouette in the studio window. The moment the sun kissed her hair, she heard her own heartbeat: "Love this person well."
But no one taught her how to love.
She has been a left-behind child since kindergarten, and she did not feel happy when her parents took her there after she entered middle school.
The endless accusations and abuses left her unable to define love.
What is the form of love?
She hid her worries in a diary, but then tore up the diary out of fear. I took a lot of selfies and deleted them instantly, and I shrank in the shell of "unloved" for more than ten years.
From time to time her face would feel strange to her.
Until Ruan Tang reunited with the girl who pinned wild flowers in her hair in middle school, until she met the man who said, "You are playing hide and seek with yourself," until she dug out the diary stained with tears.
She will take all the wrinkles and flaws and create her own shape in the wind.
This is Ruan Tang's story, about how a narcissus bulb poked its head out of a glass jar and finally dared to put its roots into the soil for fifteen years.
Concept: A girl's self-redemption into adulthood