Su Zhizhi woke up in bed one day and looked at the sunshine outside the window, only to realize that it was already late autumn. Thinking of that morning, I seemed to smell the unique smell of the air in the laboratory. If he could be reborn or do it again, would Su Zhizhi still study for a Ph. D.? Even if you already know the ending, you still have to read it.
Intention: Rationality builds academic walls, and sensibility composes the love song of life and death.