That year the little beggar on the street met the soft-hearted God
From then on she lived an enviable life
But... Was that encounter a gift from fate or an endless conspiracy?
Time passes, one lie after another, one conspiracy after another
She looked at the broken figure in front of her, stretched out her hand and murmured to herself
I will hold you up when you fall into darkness, just like you rekindled me when I was about to burn out
Purpose: Focus on school violence