"What should I do if I live like a defeated dog?" The figure under the peach tree asked softly.
"What else can we do? Continue to lose." The young man replied nonchalantly while lying on the lawn.
"Then what if there is a cliff in front of you and a pack of hungry wolves behind you?"
"Then kill and make a bloody path!"
Life is like a defeated dog, I will return to the West alone!
PS: Write a story about the growth of a decadent young man who likes to talk coquettishly, and incorporate the stories he fantasized about during his adolescence. After all, whose youth is not perfect?
Purpose: Harvest love and passion in youth