He said he would never regret it, so memories were the best thing to punish him.
In the rest of his life, he seemed to be trapped in that rain forever. Along with the humidity, pain swallowed every part of his bones. Everyone was running forward and no longer mentioned the name of the boy in their memory. They thought he had forgotten it, but no one knew that he could not get out of the rain called memories.
"Jinling guest, the road ahead is long and I wish you peace and success."
Intention: Write down what is on your mind and wish you success and peace.