In the process of growing up, you must first learn to like yourself; in a quiet night, who are you thinking about? The joy of youth, in the early morning dreams, is short and sweet, in the sincere simplicity, irreplaceable...; Listen, the cold wind outside the car window disturbs the fallen leaves, and I sleep lazily here on this winding mountain road. It is really mountains connecting mountains, mountains and mountains. In the past, I wanted to cross the mountains and see the sea. Now, you are here, and I am here...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
