He looked at their chess pieces, black and white, so contrasting.
A book suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The book began to point down. A pair of shining eyes looked at him. The girl said to him, "Brother An, I can't write."
She was squatting in the shadow, with tears on her face, but her eyes were pale and lifeless. He walked towards her with the light behind his back.
The chat history between Lin Miaotong and them looked like a dying angel shining its last light on the child.
Purpose: youthful growth