When she was eighteen years old, Lin Zhixia's confession failed and her grandmother passed away.
On a rainy night, her friend's hands were covered in blood to protect her.
The three people who had grown up with her disappeared from the world.
Chen Mi deliberately distanced himself, Tan Xue faded into the dust, and Zhuang Xu never mentioned it.
They buried their secrets in the soil, carried the darkness on their shoulders, and only let her run towards the light.
When we meet again, it will be a separation between yin and yang.
There are three new graves on the hillside, facing the direction of her return.
They use death, prison, and a lifetime of destruction,
Instead, let her face the sun for the rest of her life, without any worries or injuries.
No matter how gentle the wind in Linshui Town is, it can't blow back my youth.
Everyone thinks that love is great, but they forget that we still have friendship worthy of praise...
Intent: We are friends and co-conspirators.
