In troubled times, whether it is feelings or interests, the love that rises and falls in the conspiracy, the first pure white love, the first pure white boy, who can guarantee that that purity will not be lost in the black sky. My beloved boy, how long can these filthy hands protect you? Please don't push it away. If you don't want it, then what's the point of it to me. The pain started to spread from the palm of the hand like a green vine, winding around the split bones and flesh, twisting upwards, and tangled into a slow-beating heart.