Zhou Zhijin stared at the two private messages in a daze. Within two minutes, the software suddenly refreshed automatically. In an instant, the two messages disappeared, although the string of numbers was firmly imprinted in his mind.
Then, Zhou Zhijin maintained this posture and sat blankly for more than half an hour.
The lights were on in the room, the air conditioner was on at a comfortable temperature, and the curtains were not fully drawn, leaving half of the glass exposed. Night had fallen outside the window, and half of the boy's silhouette was blurred on the exposed half of the glass. Thin body, motionless, with thick black hair - his bangs seem to be longer than those of his peers.
By some strange coincidence, Zhou Zhijin suddenly opened the phone and entered the string of numbers that lingered in his mind.
Intention: Positive and uplifting