We are all afraid, afraid that we will end up with nothing after our hard work, afraid that we will end up alone and empty, afraid that we will end up wandering in circles if we search for gains and losses or be cautious. We rush into the thick and unbreakable night, trying to hold on to the little bit we can rely on. Even the wet palms of our hands can't resist the desolation in our hearts. Jian Shu said nothing. She looked out the window at the night, as if she wanted to see if there was any possibility of escaping.
Intention: Should youth be desperate, or should we take care of ourselves step by step?