"He is a beam of light that illuminates my dark world." "I hate him." "He taught me to be brave, but did not let me truly face it." "The fragments of my broken youth actually left him covered in bruises." "A young man will never bow to capital."
The yellowed diary was turned by the autumn wind in the light, and dust was everywhere. It seemed that the traces of old tears could be vaguely seen.
When the diary was turned to the last page by the last strong wind, only a line of big words was seen:
"Wen Huai, my boy."
The young man helped her get out of the darkness, but dragged herself into the bottom...
Intention: To be youthful, not to bow to capital, and to forge ahead.
