The world in my eyes; the sun just rises from the east mountain and sets at the end of the west mountain. I've been dreaming for most of it, but it's actually just the beginning; to talk about the follow-up, it's not that there is nothing, maybe it's not the time when we met. There is a house hidden in the mountains, and there are trees next to the house. In fact, it is not even twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and the roosters are crowing. Maybe I don't know some things, but I care deeply about them in my heart; maybe I know them and insist on feeling like they don't matter.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
