The lightning made the sky flicker, like a light bulb with poor contact and aging. Jiang Yi lay on the "bed" made of three suitcases spliced together, looking at the aging sky outside, thinking that maybe everything was going to end.
Suddenly, the "lightbulb" outside stopped flashing, and the sky was bright and dazzling. She felt uncomfortable and slowly closed her eyes, thinking, can I do it all over again? Maybe, can I still love her?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
