"I lie in the endless flow of the secular world, kissing the philistine world. Outside is the dark night of sweetness and bitterness, and inside is the sweet dew of hope."
Zhao Luoping is thirteen years old, and he thinks about world-weariness every day. At the age of fourteen, she thought about blowing up the world every day. At the age of fifteen, she thought about blowing up the school every day... At the age of eighteen, she realized it.
"Zhao Luoping."
"Smile."
"Get out of here."
The girl was shrouded in dusk, her rippling smile smearing her entire youth.
Intention: Our youth is splashing