
About This Novel
Close the book and watch the airship pass outside through the glass, like a piece of jelly under a transparent plastic package. The wind from a high place blows slowly, and the sound of the whistle reaches your ears from a long distance away. In the classroom, Chen Qingyan lay on the desk and greeted the clouds on the building opposite, watching them go from stop-and-go to dark clouds, and the moist breath filled the air from the window. Chen Qingyan thought, if a book already knows the ending of the story, would anyone still be willing to read it?
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