"Qing Nian, don't forget Sunflower's words." This was the last text message left by Li Xiang. The damp streets, the wanton sunshine, the Sun Rain Flower Shop, and the floating wind chimes often flashed back in Tan Qingnian's mind. "It was me," Tan Qingnian clutched a photo tightly, "It was me who killed the last sun."
Concept: How to interpret and balance love and freedom