The world of Yanxingye is a wasteland.
When he was twenty years old, someone handed him a pack of tissues and called him "Brother" with a smile.
Later, that person left without saying goodbye and stayed away for three years.
When he came back, Yan Xingye was no longer the person who just stood there and waited.
This time, it was him who was chasing.
Intention: I just wrote it for fun
