When he was a boy, Chongyu's world was always covered with a layer of dust.
Ever since I was fourteen in that cramped room, sunlight has become a luxury.
His mother stayed in the small house, and his father's shadow was like the vines in the dark forest. Together with the overt and covert pointing fingers in the school, it penetrated into every inch of his flesh and bones that were trying to stretch.
He is a bad student, and those good students should stay away from bad people like him.
So Chongyu thought He Haiqing was crazy.
After gaining the ability to live independently, Chongyu needed an anchor for his existence in this world.
I thought leaving was the best choice, but it turned out that during the two hundred days of separation, some people passed one day two hundred times, and some people filled their memories with two hundred days.
Intention: Break through yourself