I still remember that gloomy night, when she plunged into the water with the bright moonlight. The river water was like milky white milk hanging down on the ends of her hair. She raised a handful mixed with green grass leaves in both hands and rushed towards me squatting on the bank. I got up and went to look for a plank that was enough to levitate me. When I came back, she was surrounded by police cars and several police officers. I put down the board in my hand and walked toward her with the broken stick and rope. Five steps away, they shouted at me to stop. I lowered my head and saw clearly under the moonlight that the top of the stick was soaked with fresh blood. I looked up at her blankly and saw tears filling her eyes, and her consciousness gradually blurred. One morning many years ago, I bumped into her in the last row of the classroom. One evening many years ago, I watched her disappear at the end of the corridor in the shadow of the setting sun. I fell in love with her when I was seventeen years old, and I would like to dedicate this book to the little-known love and sin that remain in the world.
Concept: "Youth campus" is not full of ignorance, sunshine and beautiful emotions as popular opinion suggests. In many places that are difficult for us to look directly at, some young children are experiencing suffering, entanglement and self-contradiction. They have doubts about their understanding of love, are impacted by foreign theories when their values are not yet complete, and continue to grow in the eyes of people around them. Between these obscure corners, how should they face their ideals and reality, life and death by mistakes, love and sin?