Peng Xiao had always liked that reckless little boy. He would always remember that he was afraid of the dark and would not move even half a step forward without a light.
If possible, he hopes that the light in his sophomore year of high school can illuminate his life.
"He Jingshuo, remember to tell me where you are going."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid no one will light a lamp for you."
"... Peng Xiao, I think you are the lamp."
Purpose: I hope their stories can enlighten those who have not yet turned on the lights.