The heat of midsummer brought with it endless exercises, filling Chen Yanxia's sixteen years. The first year of high school was too slow, like a never-ending fireworks, the dark blue sky and earth, and the desolate night, very much like Shi Qingwan's childhood. Born with color blindness, her vision of the world becomes pale.
There was once a ray of breeze and a mouthful of sweet green grapes, which briefly smoothed her gray years.
Snow falls in the middle of winter, blocking everything from peace.
Since then, every winter has been cold, and Kongliu has been obsessed with it for the rest of his life. There is no wind and moon, and everything has become in vain.
"There is no more breeze or dawn, so it is not bad to chase death in the cold winter."
Purpose: Redemption text, healing