One night after working overtime, I seemed to be a little disgusted with this world, but at the same time I was very helpless towards this world full of curiosity. These tasteless and heavy-flavored emotions that seemed to be a mixture of five flavors came to my mind, and my intestines turned and twisted thinking about them.
Alone, in a small and cramped room that could only accommodate a bed and a cupboard, I looked up at the blurry ceiling.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
