My Illusion of Gentleness Is All Self-Deception

Seventeen-year-old Shen Yu has lived alone for a long time. He is silent, sensitive and accustomed to being alone. Six months ago, he was diagnosed with mild perceptual schizophrenia. He won't lose control, won't be angry, and won't hurt anyone. His illness was quiet. In reality, his classmate Wen Ruan is dazzling, gentle, and distant, and has no preference for him. She is the light in the crowd, and he is just the most ordinary background in the corner. But starting one late autumn night, there was a figure in Shen Yu's room that only he could see. She looks exactly like Wen Ruan. She would stay with him in a daze, listen to him quietly, and give him her only tenderness in the empty room. Shen Yu was always awake. He knew that she was not a miracle, not a connection of minds, but an illusion created by his broken nerves. But the reality is too cold. He knew it was fake, but he still couldn't bear to expose it. This is a story about loneliness, delusion, secret love and self-redemption. There is no bloody confession, no earth-shattering love, just a young man slowly learning to reconcile with himself between sanity and madness.