There are many kinds of reunions in this world. They were like him who pushed open the door of the drug store on a rainy night, sat in front of the pulse diagnosis table, stretched out his hand, and let three cold fingers touch his wrist. The man said: "Sir, you have been suffering from stomach problems for three years."
Intention: Even if the night is dark, there are still people walking under the abyss holding lanterns. The truth will be late, but never absent.