In a dark alley.
Le Qian's body was stained with blood, and the red liquid from the corner of his mouth was still flowing freely. The surrounding paper scraps have been mixed with glass particles and sawdust.
Le Qian lay on the ground, staring blankly at the trash can opposite. Fantasy appeared in his eyes, and squatting next to the trash can was a little girl with disheveled hair, dirty face, and some red and swollen cheeks.
There were tears in Le Qian's eyes, and the little girl looked up at Le Qian.
Le Qian laughed self-deprecatingly, tears staining half of his face uncontrollably.
Concept: The pain of youth