Midsummer, deep alleys, rainy days. No matter what, no matter whether there is a description or no surveillance record, in short, he met that person. The thin fate between the two has been exhausted since they met. What the author records is nothing more than his efforts and his indifference, but is it not a song of entanglement?
As for the situation of the two of them, I can only let the tip of my pen imagine and conceive.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
