"The crowd searched for him a thousand times, but suddenly when I looked back, he was in a dimly lit place."
Every time we pass each other, every time we look back, it is the regret of missing out.
Oh my god, this requires me to write a hundred-word introduction, but I can't write it, so I'm making up the words. Please don't mind, I don't want to, but the system forces me to do it, and I am helpless. Thank you for your understanding. Bow
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
