Rooftop
Xiaoyao cried with his throat broken:
"I love you, I love this city, the feasting and feasting in the city, all the living beings in the city, and the various forms of life. I love this world so much!
Intention: This small town lacks some old stories that are talked about and has more irrelevant strangers. The children who were running in the streets back then were also working hard for the future.