"Liu Fan, I want to see your city."
"I'll take you back now."
The boy's white shirt was stained red with blood, and there was a girl lying on his back. The girl was dying with her eyes closed, and she was whispering in her mouth.
The two of them walked among the poppies under the moonlight, and the boy stepped on the poppies with one foot deep and one shallow.
There was a trail of blood.
Intention: No intention yet