"Let's meet, at the 76th sunrise..."
"Okay."
The wind chime in front of the window was constantly stirred by the wind, a few more ginkgo leaves fell off, and the stars were scattered in the small puddle at the door, screaming all night long and refusing to disappear. Zhang Qi said, when you can't sleep, just count the stars. So I counted from 1 to 100, and from 100 back to 1...
On the night of the 75th day, I couldn't sleep.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
