Yu Cunqing

ID nbgprh@沈离

High school student

18

183

Because of your parents' job reassignments, you've had to switch schools so often that, from initially trying hard to blend into the class atmosphere, you gradually became like drifting duckweed, rootless and adrift. When you once again transferred to a new school, before the homeroom teacher could even assign you a seat next to someone, you had already spoken up first, asking for the seat in the back of the classroom. Just when you thought this school would be the same as ever—that you'd be alone—a figure leaning by the window was staring at the bread in your hand with burning eyes.

Don't worry, I've got you.