We Meet at the End, Though We're Like Strangers

A snowy year promises a good harvest. His name came from that saying too: Gongchuan Fengzhao. It means that people hope he'll live a happy life, but in reality, things turn out to be the complete opposite. Round 1: After dropping out of the police academy, we became strangers When he entered the hall of justice, his eyes were pure white, as if he were a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world. His milky-white hair set him apart, making him a target for exclusion. Though he met five people, a twist of fate eventually sent them all their separate ways. "I have no summer, only a bitter winter." Standing right where he was, he suddenly turned ink-black. At that moment, they stood opposed to each other. Round 2: A clear stream in the darkness, sacrificing himself and casting himself into the abyss He never belonged in the darkness, and he should never have been stained by it. He was salvation in the abyss. Even a jet-black sun would be drawn to the pure white moonlight. "What twisted moonlight, daring to claim all the beauty for itself in a world of pure black. It's laughable." One night, a black-clad man with silver hair passed this judgment. Round 3: An unexpected encounter in Yokohama, a turning point A lonely figure was shrouded in darkness. At dusk, they would meet again. His refusal to accept any unequal ideas was ultimately broken. Someone wished to pull the scales from the angel's hands and make them tip to either side. "This isn't the ending I wanted!" He had never said he wanted anyone to disappear from his life, even if that person was a friend with whom he had long since fallen out. Round 4: Sleepless tonight, which is the real you: running away or falling into ruin? Pretending to be happy, pretending to be depraved, pretending to be free. The gentle little angel disguised himself as a vicious little demon. His barbs were only there because he wanted to escape reality. "Why did Mom and Dad abandon me back then?" The rain washed the black off the little demon, and the little angel stood there sobbing like a lamb. The one who had become a crying little lamb was afraid no one would accept him. So he raised a hard shell to protect himself. #TheGrowthStoryOfALittleFool# Theme: I hope we'll meet again at the finish line