She thought she was the last stop for the prodigal son
But later someone said that he had returned to his old ways in vocational high school, with women hugging him from left to right.
Later, she got the news of his death.
And a letter he left
The boy huddled in a dark corner, time stopped at the age of eighteen, and he died in the year he loved her most.
"Ran Ran, if there is a chance, let's meet in the next life."
"Fool, where can there be a next life?"
From then on, the wind of vocational high school never hit high school again.
Intention: I wish lovers will get married eventually