Song Huaiyuan felt that his life was rotten, like an apple slowly rotting and devoured by worms.
Eighteen-year-old Song Huaiyuan lived in confusion, like a trapped animal trapped in life. He is the source of violence, the sinister bird of prey, the lone wolf, the exhausted fisherman waiting to be swallowed by the sea.
Until a thorny blood rose was beaten by the wind and rain in front of him and then stretched its branches tenaciously.
The scarred lone wolf ignored it for a long time, but finally carefully took the flower into his arms and protected it carefully.
"Song Huaiyuan, please protect me."
For Song Huaiyuan, love is not about you being well. Love is supposed to be entangled until death.
None of them knew that after these words, their lives would be intertwined with paranoia and pathology.
Intention: Redemption, light is within reach