Jiang Weizhi died on that scorching July day. The cicadas chirping outside the window mourned her, and the drifting white clouds shed tears for her.
She saw him. The young man walked towards her against the light and facing the summer wind. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he smiled so wantonly. She heard him say: "Xiao Muzhi, why are you crying again."
The hour hand belonging to them is frozen in this moment forever.
This year, Jiang Weizhi was eighteen years old and Xu Yinghuai was nineteen years old.
The world is inherently turbid, and sin and love sing together.
——From "The Theory of Innocence"
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Purpose: We will all have the most shining life.
