"What if I can go out?" The little Lin Yu sat under the locust tree at the entrance of the village.
Lin Bian filled the emptiness and grayness of his childhood and met Xu Juan.
"We are lifelong friends." Eighteen-year-old Xu Juan has not yet been disfigured.
Lin Ban walked for a long time, sometimes stopping to take a look. It seemed that, as others said, he had been spinning in circles, drawing the earth as a prison, and being trapped in the past and unable to get out.
"Bring on my eyes and see what I haven't seen. Maybe the wind blowing over you is me."
[Dual perspective + redemption text + be]
Purpose: live a good life