The emptiness and suffocation of the hospital made Fu Jiqiu like a baby bird smashed to the ground. He once again fell into the loneliness of losing his father. The tears and sorrow of that year enveloped Fu Jiqiu. The sweetness of the chocolate and the boy's pure black eyes flooded Fu Jiqiu's bitter throat like water in the memory. Going around and around hiding behind the world, the oxygen supply is in the right ear. The rotten soil nourishes Fu Jiqiu, who holds a sincere heart. Who will pierce the boy's pulse and dye the other half of the world red with his blood...
Intention: I hope that stubborn and timid love can also be seen by others