My name is Wan Yu. I was an ordinary girl who loved writing. I suffered from depression all year round and later fell from a tall building.
When I woke up, I fell into a place filled with nothingness and couldn't see anything clearly.
When I walked to the gate, a figure appeared in front of me. It was the King of Hell.
He said: "The dead souls who come here, come in and let me listen to your stories, your joys, sorrows and joys."
This King of Hell seems to be different from what I thought. He is not so majestic. Instead, he feels like the king of cold jokes?
He brought a notebook and handed it to me. I looked at it.
There are four big characters printed on it.
——Ten-day diary.
Food Guide————
1. The "King of Hell" in this article is purely a name used by the author, not the "King of Hell" we are familiar with! ! No!
2. This article contains fictitious time and place, and all plots do not exist, do not exist, or do not exist.
3. The writing is not good. If you want to read it, keep it. If you don't read it, turn left. Thank you!
4. First person perspective, lightning protection and turn left
Intention: Death is not the end, forgetting is
