The moon hangs in the sky, the teenager walks alone on the lonely and deserted street. Slowly looking up at the bright moon can not help but more than a trace of helplessness, and this teenager is Lin dust. A beautiful but with a hint of childish cheeks, not long and not short handsome long hair, black coffee like deep pupils of the eyes, height of one meter seven four, wearing a short T shirt and jeans, but also more than some leisure.