There is such a group of teenagers who were born in one world and grew up in another world. The world they were born in is a well-regulated mansion, and the world they grew up in is a messy garden; one world is a solemn and grand blueprint, and the other world is a carnival of pleasure and debauchery.The two worlds came one after the other in their lives, without asking for opinions or considering their feelings, but descending one after another in the chain of fate, sweeping their lives with an unstoppable calmness. What was built in the mansion was broken in the garden; what was forgotten in the carnival, the blueprint is still remembered.Those who only live in mansions do not have that disillusionment; those who only live in carnivals do not have that illusion.Only a young man who has experienced the transition between the two worlds can see that the rainstorm is approaching, the distant scenery disappears, and a large number of strange flowers grow in the wasteland overnight.

They therefore remain silent and accept accusations from all sides. What kind of group of teenagers is this, why did they walk into such a fate?This is probably a question that needs to sort out the complicated past of two hundred years to answer.They can't tell themselves, and neither can others.They may be the youngest group of exiles in the history of thousands of years. They were thrown into fate at an age when they did not understand fate, and they were held hostage by another world when they were still ignorant of it.Their exile begins at home, and they have no choice in the direction of history.

The beginning of the story is the moment when these teenagers return home.The long journey of the body ends at that moment, but the exile of the heart begins at that moment. This is the story of the disintegration of the last utopia.