Qingzi was an ordinary weed. Countless pains passed through her body, but her back was always straight. Even if it rotted in the mud, her head was always raised high, growing wildly. She originally planned to go to the end of death alone, but a group of people broke into her darkness without any explanation. They wanted to pull her out of this mess, but everything dark and rotten was too heavy, crushing her fresh seventeen-year-old life.
The surroundings were filled with thick ash, and the wind blew the scattered sand all over the ground, misty and dispersing into the sky and the earth. Under the thick pile of sand lay a young girl, her eyelashes hanging down weakly, cast a layer of darkness.
Kiyoko is dead.
Intention: What you see is not the truth
