In the summer of 2013, at the corner of the door of Class 23, I met the person I will remember for the rest of my life. How should I describe him? Gentle and elegant? Yushu facing the wind? Handsome? ... No, no, no, neither, it should be the sunset in the summer evening, bright and gentle. But one day, he came to me with blood on his hands. The blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth was like a rose falling in the snow in winter, bright and conspicuous.
Purpose: Pure Love God of War