Reappearance: My Silly Life

From north to south, the world collapsed and countless strange things were revealed. There was no sound at this time, but it was like the sound of the strings of heaven and earth pressing against the ears. Who: Late at night, the young man wakes up crying from his dream, and his imagination changes at will. How: Everything can't wait to change, but I want to stay where it is and recreate it. Go to: Trust is worth less than three cents, just like a mantra left behind. But: Please trust me like I do, you have my back without any worries. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.