This is a book I wrote during the most difficult period of my life.
(The pace is very, very, very slow, suitable for readers who like to take care of themselves)
(First person perspective from a blind person, please be careful if you have little imagination)
My name is Shu Yitong, I am an anchor, and I do live broadcasts in the Tree Hole of the Soul.
Until one day, she timidly sent me a private message asking me how much it would cost to chat with me offline.
Everything started from the afternoon when I went to the library to look for her with a blind stick.
Intention: I don't resent your family's miserable situation, and you don't resent my lack of sight, okay?
