Why Compete for Prosperity?

Youth was as free as riding a bicycle, except that it was a bicycle on fire. Everyone said Song Jingkang was a petty hoodlum, but to her, he alone was a peerless hero. During those frantic, burning years, she rushed toward him without a second thought. Even if she ended up utterly defeated, she would have embraced it gladly. He was He Xinyang's compass, leading her step by step into the grave, beyond all hope of escape. Is this love too bitter? No, no, no, it is overwhelmingly sweet! Song Jingkang, with deep affection: Xinxin, are you willing to go to the underworld with me? He Xinyang, with an adorably haughty expression: What nonsense are you talking about? We're just getting married. See you at the civil affairs bureau! A pure-white girl, growing wildly; a wild and sweet boy, living his youth without restraint.