This is a warm story. The haze, pain, and even humility at the beginning cannot cover up the light and warmth of that person. In this last age of innocence.
There is a kind of warmth called Shen Runzhi.
This is the filthiest and darkest corner of the world. Life is trampled on there without any respect.
Even death was buried silently.
The sparse sunlight leaked through the gaps between my fingers, but it couldn't warm the coldness all over me.
And she appeared brightly in his life, with a light he had never seen before.
Because of her, he suddenly felt like he could live.
Perhaps, if we live, we can see more sunshine.
Maybe, if you survive, you can be with her.
There were many possibilities, but he didn't dare to reach them. Even looking at them from a distance was just a loss.