A tragic ending always has a beautiful process. Three years ago I met my most beautiful girl in the world, and the story begins here. If meeting someone is an opportunity, I was saved. In the past ten years of my life, I have been fighting against fate all the time. I was tortured to the point where I almost no longer looked like a human being. At that age when I was supposed to be at ease, I actually started to consider my own life. The cruelty I had dealt to myself was still left in every corner of my body, a corner that I didn't want others to see. With a psychopathic body, I successfully entered a university that looked good to adults, and it was through such an arrangement that I met my girl at the wrong time, the girl I longed for all my life, the girl who gave me the most beautiful show in life, the girl who peeled off layers of thorns just to give me a smile. That's how we met. In the setting sun of September, she suddenly appeared in every tomorrow of mine. In the world that I was struggling to escape from, she suddenly brought me a glimmer of life. So I want to write a story about this encounter, and tell the world like I promised you that you are unique to me...
Intention: If I don't live this life, what is love?