Liu Jin also staggered from the depths of the alley. The tall street lamps emitted dim light, dyeing the damp moss in the corner with a thin layer of glaze. The girl lying on the ground was covered in blood and mud, and the dark skirt of her school uniform was torn and rolled up.
"Xiaodie, Xiaodie," Liu Jin also gently held Zhanyindie's small face. The puppet-like eyes lost their beauty, like a hole that could not let in the light. "I'm sorry, Xiaodie, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Xiaodie, ah! Ahhh! Zhanyindie, look at me..." The tears were surging and crystal clear, falling silently.
Dingding's eyes rolled slightly, and Zhan Yindie's voice was thin but reassuring: "Xiaoye, you are still by my side, I am so happy."
"That beauty from Class 9, Grade 3, eh, that Zhan Yin Die, she committed suicide!"
"Xiaodie, Xiaodie! You... Are so good, everything is worth it, as long as you live!"
After countless sleepless nights, this painful girl finally smiled.
"You are? I don't think I know you."
"Xiaodie, you... I am Xiaoye, I am Liu Jinye."
For a moment, it seemed that a long, long time ago, there was a girl like this who came through all the dark holes.
"Jin is Wen Jin's Jin, that is."
"Hello, I'm Liu Jinye."
Concept: Youth, redemption, chasing light, friendship, true love