Seventeen Years Old Is Forbidden to Be Sad

What others hear is sound, what I hear is "existence". The forgotten waiting, the unfinished music, the flowers blooming in the corner... They are about to disappear, but not yet. Still waiting. I'm a "blank ringer." The world is silent to me. Until I held the first crying fragment in my arms, my sea of ​​emptiness rippled. Join the "Yu Ling Phenomenon Research Society". There is a calm girl who can see the reverberation, a tech geek who can transform scrap metal into a trap, and a healer who can use the sound of the piano to communicate with the past. Together, we build the final archive for those existences that are about to disappear. But no one told me that if I carry too many other people's voices, will one day I no longer be able to find my own?