Ten years ago, I failed at work, and accidentally discovered the game A Chinese Ghost Story while watching a TV series.
I fell into the trap in a daze. I met a female armor named Momo.
We have struggled, formed teams, and built gangs.
She was tired and looked for someone to rely on, but it was not me.
She had no choice but to try to choose me.
She left, and I waited confusedly and crazily.
When she came back again, I could only entrust her to others.
In the rivers and lakes in the dream, people come and go, flowers bloom, and the sunset remains the same.
Concept: the boundary between true feelings in the virtual arena and sobriety and restraint in reality. The deepest companionship is not possession, but knowing that you have to let go eventually, but still accompanying you through this period.