Today I opened the bookcase on a whim and found this long-lost short story. It was written in 23 years. I started to conceive and write it in 24 years, and it has never been completed intermittently. I don't know what my mood was at that time, and I don't know what kind of story I wanted to write at that time. So I will use my current mood to lay out the story again, which can be regarded as an explanation for myself in 24 years.
Intention: love yourself
