The boy rushed into the alley and slammed into the cold stone wall. This time, he clearly felt warm liquid flowing down his forehead. He wiped it randomly, only to see it was covered with freshness. . Xue's hand was trembling violently. Someone passed him. He jumped up, ignored the man's horrified gaze, grabbed his arm tightly, and asked almost pleadingly, "Sir, sir, do you know how to get to the cross street? Isn't this a cross street?" "Cross street? There has never been a cross street here." The man shook him off, "Boy, wipe your hands clean first." A cold feeling spread down his spine throughout his body, and he couldn't help but shudder. "Why... Why..." The young man grabbed the gentleman's arms fiercely and shouted almost furiously: "Why! Explain to me why!" "You madman! Let me go!" The man broke away. "What's the explanation for this! In this world! Cross streets don't exist! Do you understand? Little lunatic!" The gentleman cursed and left, leaving the boy standing alone in the corner. The young man stared blankly at the moss-covered stone wall, with cold tears running down his cheeks. "But, but..." He murmured. "My home is on Cross Street..."
Intention: Are you still the same person you once were?