Despair and hope are extremes, but they are tightly held together by a certain willpower.
It was almost autumn and summer, one day after graduating from the high school entrance examination, 16-year-old girl Ye Qianlan watched with her own eyes as her favorite boy died in a pool of blood and never returned.
——His warmth is no longer in the palm of my hand.
The only thing left for girls is "I'm sorry"
——Should I use you to find a reason for myself to choose to give up living alone?
The world of girls has changed since then.
Stumbling in a turbid world, his father cheated on him, and the remaining warmth of the family fell apart.
——There is no hope of living.
Everything in this world is always strong enough to survive. Wouldn't the word warmth seem too extravagant?
But.
——You come down, Qianlan, and we'll go down together.
The girl standing on the rooftop turned around and saw the boy's hand facing her, and the smile on her face became clearer little by little.
——Everything in the world is always strong and survives. One of the things I know is warmth.