Later, the ancestors belonged to him.
On the second day after Mu Zhilin returned to China, he was sketching in an abandoned factory and was scolded.
"Who the hell are you? Who let you in?"
It's so baffling.
The key is that their fate doesn't end there.
Later they became friends.
Later, Mu Zhilin did not dare to see him.
It turns out that the most justified emotions can also be so unjustified.
Even though my sense of security has been reduced to zero, I still follow Mu Zhilin.
Yan Yilin doesn't believe in fate, but he believes in Mu Zhilin
"When the brush fell on your eyebrows, my hands shook. This is already the 17th scrap."
I'm secretly drawing you——
"You messed up my heartbeat again, and I cursed myself again just thinking about you."
I'm talking to myself——
Like a lonely patient pulling on himself.
Extroverted lonely patients need recognition.
Purpose: Find new life among the ruins
