He is the inexhaustible wildfire, she is the day at dawn.
The violent wasteland was engraved in Jiang Zhino's bones.
Fists, bloodstains, cold eyebrows - everyone thought he was a thorn that was born to grow wildly. Only Shen Zhaobai had seen him huddled in the dusk of the abandoned classroom, the cigarette butts on his fingertips flickering like a lamp that was about to burn out.
Shen Zhaobai's name is the product of discipline.
Test papers, award certificates, school uniforms that are always buttoned to the first button—no one discovered the graffiti she hid on the last page of her notebook: flames, wings, and a pair of hands that wanted to tear something apart.
They met in the leaky corridor of the junior high school. He blocked the falling flowerpot for her, and she stuffed a candy in the pocket of his blood-stained uniform.
Reunited in high school three years later, Jiang Zhiye trapped Shen Zhaobai among the musty bookshelves in the library: "It's still too late to escape now."
But the girl stood on tiptoes and kissed the scar on his brow bone: "Jiang Zhiye, let's destroy each other."
"You are not a Baili at all." Later he gasped against her forehead, "You are..." "Your accomplice." She bit his lip, "Since the age of twelve."
——If you want to find light in the embers, I will burn with you.
Intention: licking each other's scars, burning souls together, the dawn after the polar night