He threw the butterfly specimen given by his brother into the corner. "Hope? Starlight?" Yu Xuejin sneered. There was only ashes left in his life, so why use this exquisite illusion to remind him. Chu Fengxing felt aggrieved. It was a gift he made with his own hands, but he only received indifference from the other party. He left disappointed, but he didn't know that - behind him, the seemingly indifferent young man faced the direction he left, lowered his head, and laughed until tears fell. Love or despair, which one will come first?
Purpose: To explore the resistance and desire for "hope" in traumatized people.