The piano melody was desolate and indifferent, like this endless cold night.
A young soul struggled in pain, burned in roaring flames, dragging heavy steps forward.
The slowly rolling notes were like a faltering heartbeat, eventually sinking into a bottomless abyss of pitch-black darkness, devoid of light.
The icy and piercing wind and rain struck him, like the helpless and despairing screams of youth.
Yet his silence seemed more like a concession to fate.
The ringing of the bell sounded tirelessly over and over again. In the vastness of heaven and earth, something was steadily fading away.
The surveillance cameras at the intersection flickered with red indicator lights in the torrential rain, like pairs of eyes silently staring on.
In a warm and spring-like bedroom in Qingzhou, a computer screen displayed the surveillance footage: amid the misty rain, the boy walked alone, indifferent to the fierce blades of rain falling on him, never furrowing his brows.
