The Death Witch Is Coming

Who is the passer-by in life, who is the wheel of life, the dust of the past life, the wind of this life, the endless sad soul. I looked back at my growth path and watched day by day. I stood on the roadside with my hands in the pockets of my windbreaker and saw countless people walking past me expressionlessly. Occasionally someone stopped and smiled at me, as bright as a peach blossom. I know that these people who stay will eventually become the warmth in my life. Seeing them reminds me of never leaving. The witch returns This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.