I remember him wearing a light blue striped shirt and a silver vine tie clip, and drinking coffee without sugar and only a portion of milk. I followed him for three months, stealing his pens, sticky notes, and throat lozenges. I thought I was a sick stalker.
Until that night when I opened the door of No. 7 Ning'an Road, there was a mirror standing in the center of the living room. The person in the mirror smiled at me
But I obviously didn't laugh...
Intention: The world is big, love yourself first
