The boy listened quietly as a hint of light glimmered on his lacquered pupils.
His family would always tell him, it's for his own good, they've done so much for him, yet he still let them down. Was he not sorry?
He had apologized numerous times to the point of hating himself.
He hated himself for not being a smart kid, hated himself for not being a lively child, and hated himself for not having a slick of emotional intelligence.
Coming to Mingxi Boys School was the beginning of his hell.
His body, personality, dignity, privacy… Every one of these aspects had been trampled underfoot.
Garbage, trash, coward, useless… These insulting words could be heard every minute.
But she said,
'You're important…'
'You must live on…'
'Your existence has a purpose…'
Unable to control himself, the boy sucked in a sob.
