Maturity and uncertainty are two parallel lines, and they extend in the same direction. Over the years, I have gradually grown up, and the dust is revealed after the wind and rain. Every time after the wind, frost, rain, dew, and fog, what appears in front of me is a brand new road. The end may be death, but the journey is very different. I think I am really standing at the intersection of choice now, although this choice is up to me, but it is not up to me.
This is a story about what happens when the wrong people at the right time meet the right people at the wrong time...