Midnight Love Story·game of Life and Death

Remember whose fingertips the hair blown by the breeze flowed away from? Whose side are you snuggling up to with your caressing cheek? Whose soul is shaken by the graceful figure and the seductive monotonous music? In the middle of the night, I lower my head and whisper my love words about you. ——I write my poem, a lonely traveler This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.