Bang! This soft sound was like the most inconspicuous shooting star in the night sky, but it caused ripples in Luo Ming's world. In an extremely ungraceful posture - lying on his back, he came into close contact with Mother Earth, once again. Amidst the dust, he slowly stood up. On the slightly loose clothes, dirt and sweat intertwined to form the mark of youth. The thin body swayed in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a green bamboo swaying in the wind, weak but tough.
