My Underworld

The cold wind blows in the cold night, I light a cigarette, and I think of the past events of my childhood. Unknowingly, I have passed my youth, but the past events are still vivid in my mind. A cigarette burns not only youth and frivolity, but also passionate youth. This book tells me, my experiences in youth recall the passion of youth. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.