I was sweeping my friend's grave at the cemetery, and after a thunderstorm, I was inexplicably transported back to my high school days. One second it was a cold tombstone, but now there is a living person standing in front of me. Thinking of his abrupt "thank you" before committing suicide, the flashing police lights in the middle of the night, the stretcher covered with white cloth, the hanging hands... And at this moment, his smile without haze. This time, I wasn't going to let any signals slip through my fingers. Whatever that darkness is, no matter how deep it hides. I'm back. Back to a time before everything happened. Li Yixing, this time, I will never watch you walk towards that cold tombstone in the rain.
Purpose: Growth in adversity