Life is like the sea, death is like a rock. There is nothing to be afraid of in death, except that no trace can be left behind between life and death. Ying Pinghai's life may have been just a pursuit of a perfect death, from his imperfect love and family ties to his always-unsmooth life. The mistakes made him grow up through stumbling. From beginning to end, he dreamed of breaking free and seeking the end, until someone really came to hold his hand.
It has the same background structure as the previous long article Wilderness Age, and it is also inextricably linked.
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