That year on the rooftop of the library, a boy handed me a can of beer.
He said: "The wind on the rooftop is so cold, it's suitable for drinking, but not suitable for thinking too hard."
I later learned that it was the warmest thing I had ever drunk in my life.
Later I learned that some people hand you life, and if you take it, he has to pay for it with his life.
There was an abyss in Fu Yanchen's eyes, and I jumped into it, thinking it was love.
There was light in Gu Huainan's hand, and I grabbed it, thinking I could crawl out.
But I don't know——
The abyss will swallow the light.
There was wind, blood, and a gunshot at the pier that night.
He fell before spring came, and fell one second before I was about to touch freedom.
He gave me a last smile, and it was still as warm as that day on the rooftop.
Then his hand slipped from my palm.
Fu Yanchen asked me: Will you give me a chance to atone for my sins?
I burned his letter in front of Gu Huainan's tomb.
As the ashes fell, I was thinking -
Some people die before spring.
Some people regret it for the rest of their lives.
And for me, there is no spring anymore.
