In my life, eyes open or closed, it's all darkness.
In the year I turned five, when I started having memories, I remember Ms. Cui Yu taking me to school. However, the teachers there merely glanced at me before waving their hands, refusing to accept me.
Ms. Cui Yu, visibly heartbroken but helpless, later visited many educational institutions, but they all rejected me; no one was willing to take me in.
I sat in the car with drooping eyes, waiting—or perhaps not waiting since what I did most was daydream. They said I was lost in my own world. I didn't know if I had a world; all I knew was that my mind was blank.
After a while, Ms. Cui Yu came over, calling my name through the car window.
"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan…"
Calling patiently, one name after another.
It took me a long while to come back from my deep thoughts and turn my head to look at her.
Even such a slight change was enough to make Ms. Cui Yu tear up with joy; I couldn't understand her emotions.
