First

The teenager boy stood on the rooftop of the school dormitory, wet the mobile phone screen in tears, and rustled his long gown in the wind.

He looked behind him and jumped.

Behind him came the exclamation of the teenager girl: "Wind Soul, no!"

The corner of the teenager boy's mouth evoked an inexplicable smile: "Waner, I'm sorry...."

The teenager girl reached out to pull, but the tip of her finger across the long jacket, only hooked to a flute, the flute body engraved with two characters "Broken Dream".

The teenager boy's body fell like a kite, and the teenager girl held the drunken flute and burst into tears.

"Lotus, wait for me...." The teenager boy meditate four simple words in his mind.

The eyes are intertwined with reluctance, persistence, sadness.

They came to nothing in this moment, leaving only firmness.

The ground was like a whirlpool, sucking him into the darkness.

The memory of the teenager boy gradually blurred, leaving only a name vaguely engraved in the depths of his heart.