He used my face, and the clothes he picked up casually were washed white and much cleaner. There are unfinished bruises on his face, which is really ugly. But he smiled at me, and the few words I knew in the journey couldn't describe his smile. I just felt that the light on the street was really bright, and he was bathed in the light, as if he were a god.
That dirty road was long and thin, and it destroyed my god.
Purpose: redemption