Brush Painting·continuous Ink Painting of the Sky

Noisy conversations remind me all the time, He, Sooner or later you will wake up. Before the world is swallowed up, I extravagantly hope that he can swallow me up, Because I am his slave, remember? The promise the seven of us made together, The weather is very cold and the sky is actually very far away. I remember your smiles and clapping each other's hands. I want,,, my own freedom, my own,,, bond, This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.