There was a girl in a red dress wandering at the crossroads. The intersection is narrow and quiet, with no miscellaneous buildings. An old locust tree takes root in the center of the intersection. People woke up from under the locust tree and walked to different places, but the girl stayed under the locust tree, looking indifferently at the backs of those people who never looked back. One day, she met a boy under the tree...
Intention: There is always someone who is willing to give up his life for you.