Midnight

At midnight, everything is silent; in the study, there is only one lamp. The long green vines of the green radish hang down and fall in front of the bookcase glass. They are flickered by the light, glowing with a fresh and fresh luster. Their meandering backs lean against the white wall, showing a peaceful look; they stay in their respective positions, quiet and comfortable. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.