"You can't... Die... I... Come back..."
"..." The eyelids of the man on the chair relaxed. He vaguely heard the sound of knocking on the wooden board. He stood up, his vision went dark, and he almost fell down. He went to the door and opened the door.
The person who came was dressed in gray, with long hair reaching his waist. He looked like a typical handsome young man. There was no one in his eyes, as if no one could see him. But when he looked at the person in front of him, he became humane.
He looked at the person in front of him and felt a little touched, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. The man said, "I'm Shang Shu. I'm passing by here. It's raining outside. Can I stay overnight?" Shang Shu looked at his glasses with a slight smile, as if he was an old friend he hadn't seen for several years.
"Passing through this place? No one has been here for a long time."
Intention: Let go appropriately