As the girl walked past him, Min Xingchen felt as if a fire was burning through his heart. He looked at the girl's skirt like a beating flame, and suddenly realized that if he missed this time, they might never meet again in this life.
"My name is Min Xingchen, what's your name?"
"My name is Wang Jinyue."
So the flaming rose burned the lonely wasteland, and the hot mark screamed the boy's secret love.
Intention: A life that has been burned will have no regrets.