It's a post-apocalyptic story about amnesia. The text is mostly from the first-person perspective. It's a small group of three people, a micro-group portrait, with a little bit of abuse in the middle. The ending of each person is determined according to their personality (a good ending!). It is updated weekly on campus, and the extras may be updated faster than the main text (if there are readers, please tell me what you want to see, after all, I write what I want to see). I'm a bit lazy, you can push me to give me motivation. The origin of the story is a dream. Next, please enjoy, "my" past, future, and a drama with no ending...
Intention: It is growth, it is self-healing, it is my path of flowers blooming. In the wind and rain, there will always be an umbrella and friends who will laugh with you.