"Sang Xi, do you think I can do it?"
"Sang Xi, do you have any wishes?"
"Sang Sang, don't worry, I won't make any more mistakes..."
In everyone's eyes, Ou Xiaokai was just a good-for-nothing hooligan, but in Sang Xi's eyes, he was just a love-deprived child.
Sang Xi was the obedient child that everyone in the orphanage praised, but in Ou Xiaokai's eyes, she was even more rebellious than him.
When happy, the two of them would ride bikes together, feeling as if they were flying.
When sad, the rows of neatly arranged beer bottles by the dog hole became their outlet.
When petty thugs wanted to rob Ou Xiaokai of his last few hundred yuan, the seemingly docile girl who looked as if loud shouting would scare her turned fierce, grabbed a brick, and charged forward.
The laughter mixed with sobs in the theater, and everyone's attention was drawn to Sang Xi, who didn't have a single line but held everyone's gaze without effort.
