Above the grand theater, there are several VIP boxes, priced expensively.
Today, there are no guests above, only a solitary figure standing behind a window.
Gu Shiting is extremely afraid of people. At this moment, the theater is bustling with noise, and even though he's hiding in the back, he can't stop sweating.
His lips are deathly pale, and even though he took medication, he still couldn't overcome it.
But as Sheng Tang's poem ended, his heart felt like a massive rock had been thrown into it.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
This sentence echoed countless times in his mind.
Can it be far?
He has already reached the most miserable point. He turned eighteen in the first half of the year, officially an adult. Yet he lives neither like a person nor a ghost.
He is even worse off than a rat in the gutter. At least a rat only fears people, not the dark.
But... he suddenly saw the dawn.
