There is romance in Jin Shuchuan's mouth, a distant place in his heart, and endless melancholy when he puts down the pen. He wants to gain fame and sing softly to his lover, but when he raises his wine glass, he is the only one left.
Unable to love, always accompanied by suffering, how can it be described as miserable.
Like a hero at the end of his life, and like a dog with a broken spine, Ai Ai only leaves one sentence in every period, and the worst thing is that he cannot be left in the world.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
