The road ahead was uncertain for me, but I suddenly heard the breeze from last night, and suddenly I felt sober. Getting along with people is like looking through glass, but it's easier to see them clearly. It's not like living like this, sober and groggy.
Occasionally, I pick up a pen and write some reflections. Even if it is nonsense, it is also what I think in my heart. I don't want to convey any views or make any statement. The end can only be four words, just write it casually.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
