Two similar lonely souls, both are freaks in the crowd, they only like to huddle in the corner and write diaries of human observations.
A body is locked in the mountains, and a soul is handcuffed in a prison called a school.
Throughout the long nights, Hu Qiao hoped that one day a god would redeem him.
The moment he stepped into the underworld, the god was wearing the same high school uniform, cutting off illusions with a sword, and his eyes were like torches.
Intention: Marginalized people warm each other up, and both man and god find their destination.