I was once a proud daughter in an ivory tower, and he was a free-spirited young man looking up to me in the quagmire.
In order to catch up with me, he tried his best to get the ticket to the future, but he tore it up with his own hands where I couldn't see it, and bought it with everything we had that summer. When we met again many years later, he was covered in oil and stained with low-quality cigarettes between his fingertips. The unruliness in his eyes was smoothed away, leaving only his avoidance of me. We were already in two different worlds, but little did we know that I drove through countless streets just for an accidental breakdown. I approached step by step, trying to knock on the rusty door of his heart, but I never thought that there were more dangerous secrets lurking in his dusty past. When darkness struck, was he who protected me behind me a salvation or another abyss?
Purpose: Minors are prohibited from imitating
