Short story writer Su Meng had just finished a pessimistic article about marriage. After flipping through the pages, the results were not satisfactory. He remembered a nightmare about running in the jungle last night. His heart moved. He picked up a water glass, took a cup of hot water, opened the lid and put it on the table. He put his feet on the swivel chair and turned back. He reached for a notebook and pen on the bedside bookcase and hurriedly turned back to save time and keep his inspiration.
I was frightened by the thunder and lightning outside the window, and the water glass was overturned.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
