The wind was tight and the building was high. I was studying Cao Cao when I was young, and the wind lifted the corners of my clothes, like an immortal being banished to zero. "Lu Chuan, drink tea." A deep voice brought the scene back to reality. The young man turned his head, his eyes filled with tenderness in an instant; "Here we come!" The two young men cuddled up to each other, disappearing among the lights of thousands of houses...
Concept: superego
