Light in Door Crack

That night seven years ago, I was pushed through a door. I didn't close it myself. It was my mother who cried and told me to "stop making trouble." It was the school that said, "It would be good for everyone to transfer to another school." It was the Xu family who told me, "You are still young, and it will not be good for you if something gets too big." Since then, I've learned three things: apologize, avoid it, and say "forget it." When I was twenty-three, my mother forced me to go on a blind date. The other person touched the back of my hand, and I vomited in the restaurant. A strange man came to my rescue and said something I had never heard before—— "Touching someone without their consent is not something to show off." I thought it was just an accident. The next day, he moved to the door opposite me. From then on, someone squatted two meters away when I collapsed and taught me to breathe in and out; someone accompanied me to adjust the surveillance when posting insulting notes on my door; someone only said one sentence when I was removed from the project and called "mental illness" - "You shouldn't be the one in trouble." Maybe Chengchuan won't let me go. That man seven years ago is now a glamorous charity entrepreneur, the client of my project, and a "decent", "gentle" and "successful" man in the eyes of everyone. He said to me: "You are the only one who is still stuck there." This time, I don't want to forget it. But I also know that the door must be pushed open from the inside so that light can shine in.