Xia Zichen, a sophomore in high school, is rich, hurt, and wants to die. Until I saw a little sun named "Xu Shi" in the corner of the hospital. Wearing an orange sweater, she looked like a round persimmon, pulling him away from the shadow of domestic violence and toward the light little by little. They bandaged each other's wounds, shared cakes, and agreed to wait until the persimmons were ripe. But her illness and her father were the daggers hanging above her head. When she bought back a basket of golden persimmons, fate stepped in and made him lose his "everything went well" forever.
"You little liar," he murmured into the air, "the persimmons are ripe, why don't you eat them?"
Later, people said that the talented boy who was number one in grade went crazy for a girl. Only he knew that he was not crazy, but that his light was extinguished and he slept in the endless night from then on.
Intention: In the deepest despair, meet the most beautiful starlight. Even if the starlight will eventually extinguish, it will forever change the background of the night.