Sometimes, I look at the surging white clouds in the sky, the creek rushing forward, and the birds singing in the trees. The world turns out to be so beautiful. Sometimes, my nerves are weak at work and my brain is tense and I dare not relax for a moment or step into the hall of the sacred wedding smoke. I don't know where I should end up...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
