Fires were burning all over the sky, and all that was left in Zhou Jingsheng's eyes were the dazzling red color, and his nasal cavity that was gradually unable to breathe. He opened his eyes with difficulty, looking for the man under the same roof as him.
He couldn't hold on anymore, but before he died, he wanted to at least protect that person and let him live well.
Intention: Let go of the past and move forward. Everyone has to do it, but it is difficult for anyone to do it. Clothes are not as good as new, and people are not as good as old.