Chen Zongping lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, exhaled it, looked at the moon in the sky as round as a jade plate, and said, "At your age, you should look for your own sun, not someone like me."
Li Yin looked at him steadily, "What kind of person are you? Who said I need the sun? What I want is you."
There is an old doll in the dilapidated house. The moon hangs on the branches outside the window. The moonlight shines on the old doll's face, coating it with a cold light.
Purpose: Life is short, cherish it and be brave.