A young man with beads of sweat on his forehead, handsome with a chiseled face, his cheekbones sharp and angled, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, giving off an air of unrestrained freedom.,Of course, the meaning behind this song, which Lin Xiao wrote himself, is left unsaid.,Humming a little tune, Lin Xiao finished shoveling the poop and washed the doorway once over. He leaned against the stairwell, looking out at the emptiness beyond the door, a faint smile playing on his lips.。