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Introduction: Sweet pet, one-on-one, two-way travel [Paranoid and depressed designer PK cures sweet novel author] There is a genius designer Du Jiang in City A. Unfortunately, he is not a normal person. He suffers from severe bipolar disorder, is paranoid and sensitive. He was abandoned by his parents in a strange city since he was a child. He grew up competing for food with others. Later, he was adopted and was just a sheep in a tiger's mouth. He suffered inhuman insults and torture. He thought he had seen the light of day, but unfortunately that light only took him to another abyss. His girlfriend of three years took away all his assets, left a lot of debts, and went abroad to live a happy life with others, while he was living on the streets, unaccompanied and at a loss. Jin Yan, a freelance worker, dreams of being a salted fish. On her way home, she met a young man who was in a state of embarrassment. At that moment, she only had one thought in her mind: she wanted to hug the young man tightly and make him less depressed. Because she saw her former self in him, she wanted to hug the boy and embrace her past self. She was the salvation of his life. She risked everything for him, fought with people for him, studied medicine for him, and learned to deal with all kinds of things for him. She just wanted to lead him out of the abyss. And he was her salvation, opening her eyes when she was blind, standing up when she was framed, and remaining unswerving when she had no help. Running is a two-way street, and I am willing to come one-way for you because you are worth it.

"You don't know, your appearance has become my tomorrow -" "This relationship begins in the Canyon of Kings and continues in the Canyon of Kings--" "There is a bottomless pit in my heart, and there are countless voices in the pit that drag people into the darkness, but your voice, your concern, your care and your love are all like a rope within my reach. I pull it, because with your presence, I move step by step towards one tomorrow after another!"

This is a story I have been thinking about for a long time and still want to record. Some of the people here are no longer heard from. And I just want to record this story that belongs to me. Maybe it was plain and unromantic, but thinking about that time is always sentimental. Maybe what you can't get is always the best. In fact, life is really like a TV series, so bloody, so speechless and helpless. I often wonder whether drama comes from life, or whether life imitates drama. This is a story that takes place on campus, but it has nothing to do with school beauties or sex, it's just a group of people with very different personalities. The ambiguity is heartbreaking. I thought his kindness to me was special. I thought he liked me a little bit. Maybe girls are narcissistic. They may feel that they are not beautiful, but if others pay more attention to themselves, they will doubt in their hearts: Does he like me? Not everyone you have a crush on happens to have a crush on you, and being pretentious is the saddest thing.