They met at a funeral. Under the setting sun, the silhouettes of two boys shone on the orange tree. The boy who was half a head taller than him asked him: "Why don't you cry if you want to?" The dazed boy's eyes fell on the grave not far away. When he heard this, his tears finally flowed uncontrollably until the shadow was swallowed up by the night. He rubbed his eyes with his hand, and the boy saw a small patch of brown skin on the back of his hand, like a "mark." The future of the two was entangled from this night...
Purpose: I hope everyone can find their own unique mark