On the night when I got my college entrance examination scores, I was working in a hotel. The streets were bright and bustling, and the bustling noise drowned out my heartbeat.
The score, which is neither high nor low, is very similar to the more than ten years without people and ghosts, but it is just right, just stuck under my breath, neither taking my life nor leaving me with more hope.
At the age of seventeen, life is like a broken leaf on a boat crossing. I can only sink in the deserted sea with hope.
*First person, four-dimensional short story
Now I think about it, this article is not suitable for those with extreme control. Most of them are sick, maybe because the author himself is abnormal.
Purpose: We all have the courage to walk alone
