Lin Ying always returns to June 1, the day Li Mo Wu died by suicide.
The sky was overcast, and it looked like rain was coming. On the rooftop, the boy’s face twisted as he glared at her and said, “Lin Ying, I’ll make sure you never forget me!”
Like an eagle, the boy plunged down. In the blink of an eye, he crashed hard to the ground with a dull thud.
That was how she became a sinner.
The rain poured down. Lin Ying hoped it would never stop.
Theme: Living in the face of death
