In summer, afternoons in Jiangsi City are always sultry.
The sudden increase in deaths has triggered people's panic. Corpses were dug up when the school was building a new auditorium, and successful men in mansions doubted their suicide... They all had flower-printed logos with letters on their bodies.
All these reminded Xia Yanyan of the afternoon when his mother died fifteen years ago. His mother was also stamped with a flower stamp with letters. That was a memory he would never forget...
Mission: Independence, self-reliance