It was very windy that day.
On my way home, I picked up a notebook with a black leather cover. The cover was a bit too clean, as if it had been wiped frequently.
There are two small characters written on it - "Ji Yun".
That's the name of my downstairs neighbor.
He was always taciturn, only nodding his head when meeting people, and his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
I was both curious and a little scared of him.
His eyes are so quiet, so quiet that he can see through you.
I had no intention of opening that notebook.
But the wind came in from the balcony and blew the corners of the pages open with a "wow" sound.
I couldn't help but glance.
It's all about me.
Mission: Love and tenderness, regardless of race