Can't Keep the Setting Sun
by Poplar Tree
About This Novel
Sitting alone in the editorial office, silently feeling the snowy season and the sunset that is never looked upon by others, the smoke curls up between my fingers and expands into boundless loneliness above the room. ? Across the street is the post office, the place that sells books, and the place that sells "Go World". Every time, her sweet voice comes from the phone, "Your book has arrived, come and get it." And every time I see her, my heart is beating. She is naturally beautiful, pure and unconventional. But I always have nothing to say, asking her how many books she has sold, what time she gets off work, etc. The result is as you can imagine, every time I end up running away in a panic.
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