Ji Rong tried his best to maintain the pot of winter jasmine given to him by Hua Qiong, but unfortunately it failed and it gradually withered away, leaving behind a pot of withered branches and leaves. The heart he held in his chest seemed to have gone with it, and his tears were like broken threads. Pearls dropped one by one on the flower branches. No one wiped his tears anymore, and there was no longer that warm embrace behind him. For a moment, boundless loneliness surrounded him. He felt extremely tired. It would be great if he could sleep and never wake up again!
Purpose: Be grateful, revere life, oppose school violence, punish lawbreakers, justice may be delayed, but as long as you persist, you will surely wait.