The love I perceive is always very vague.
Just like, just like the dusk before "night" falls——
In the dusk, the glass is faintly poured.
Countless and unseen things are hidden under the sunset.
Thousands of homes, countless tender feelings.
It turns out that having some untouchable expectations is also a kind of happiness
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
