There is a monster living in Chen Pan's body.
It's called white boil.
On a cold winter night, it was like countless ants gnawing at bone marrow, making her scratch her with blood in her sleep; on a hot summer day, it was like silver-white scales that could not be hidden in the sun, making her lower her head in shame in the crowd.
It is Chen Pan's hated enemy and her nightmare that has been lingering for the past ten years.
It wasn't until that snowy winter, when Chen Pan stood on the edge of collapse and was about to give up everything, that silver-haired boy who was only seven or eight years old - Bai Jian, appeared in front of her for the first time.
"Hey, stop crying, your skin will itch even more if you cry again."
From that day on, Chen Pan's life changed.
She began to try to talk to this "monster". In the greasy night covered with Vaseline, in the hospital corridor full of the smell of disinfectant, in an unknown corner, they argued, compromised, and hugged.
Later, Chen Pan wrote a book called "Eternal Enemy", which caused a sensation in the city.
At the book signing, someone asked her: "Miss Chen Pan, what supported you to overcome the disease?"
Chen Pan looked at the young man next to him who was eating the offerings and smiled softly.
"I didn't beat it."
"I just learned how to love this imperfect self deeply."
This is a story of brokenness and rebuilding.
Dedicated to every one of you who licks your wounds alone late at night.
May spring bloom in your world.
