Nineteen-year-old Chen Mo met 24-year-old Su Wan in a "quiet corner" filled with the aroma of coffee.
She was the wind that came to his barren world with a delicate fragrance, easily ruffling a pool of spring water called looking up. He clumsily offered his youthful sincerity, thinking he had caught the light of redemption. She took him to touch the clouds and see all the prosperity he had never imagined, but she also made him taste the taste of dust more deeply.
When the freshness evaporated like perfume, and when the more suitable "Platinum Era" calmly appeared, the cheap scarf he spent all his money to buy was shattered into powder under the cold light of diamonds before he even had time to give it away.
"It's all over." She said lightly, like brushing away a speck of dust.
At the end of his senior year in high school, he sat in the examination room of destiny. The blank space on the test paper was far less than the hole in his heart that had been gouged out. It turns out that some encounters have their endings written from the beginning - she just passed by his embarrassment, but he spent his entire youth looking up at a fireworks that was destined to fall.
[A junior sadomasochism that begins with looking up and ends with crushing. See how a young man is pushed into the cruel abyss of growth by class, age and fleeting obsession.
