The World Goes Against the Current

Early summer. Last night I walked from Rouge Building to the roof of Cuixiangju and looked at the sky, the stars were dotted. Occasionally, shooting stars pass by, and the crescent moon is like an eye. And tonight, at the lonely grave in Luye. A person doesn't know where to go, and the world changes rapidly. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.