I sat in the nanny's car and looked quietly out the window.

　　Outside the car window, there were reporters stopped by bodyguards, and fans taking pictures with their phones.

　　The flashes in their hands converged into dazzling lights.

　　Very bright.

　　But it seems like they don't belong to me.

　　Some of them are chasing after popularity, while others are after profitable traffic.

　　"It will be better once this wave of attention passes," the manager reassured, "It's not like it used to be.

　　Acceptance is higher now." My gaze gradually lifted.

　　Tonight, there were no stars in the sky, no moonlight.

　　Suddenly, my phone screen flashed.

　　It was a call from my mom.

　　"Hello..." "How shameless are you, Zhou Yingti?" she interrupted me, cursing incessantly, "Having you in our family is a curse for eight generations.

　　How am I supposed to hold my head up in front of others? When your aunt saw the news and called me, I had to listen with a stiff upper lip.

　　"Do you know what this is called? This is called homosexuality! In the past, people would have been beaten to death for it! "Why are you so disgusting, Zhou Yingti? "Why weren't you crushed by a car when you went out? "Thankfully, there's your younger brother, otherwise one day I would be killed by you in rage..." My mom seemed to be reading those hateful comments from online trolls and marketing accounts, one by one, to me.

　　Ripping open the wound that I was still lost in.

　　Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

　　"Zhou Yingti, are you alright?" the manager patted my shoulder, took my phone from me, and said, "If you don't want to listen, I'll hang up for you." "Thank you," I took the paper she handed me.

　　She comforted me, saying, "Don't overthink it.

　　Let's wait for this wave of public opinion to pass, and then we'll see.

　　Besides, you haven't done anything wrong."