The night is like a piece of heavy black satin, weighing heavily on the town. The wind shuttles through the empty streets, making a sound like a ghost whimpering. The street lights flicker on and off, as if he is struggling to breathe his last breath. The words "I love you" seem to hasten his death. "Xiao Xi, it is a mistake for you to love me. I am not worthy. I am also a mistake. I am not worthy."
Mission: The wind is free, the earth is free, we are free