Mo Leng lived to be twenty-six years old, and he only understood one thing: he was a redundant person.
Born in a family without warmth, he was an extra sigh in the midst of his parents' quarrels. Escaped to London, he was an extra shadow in that bustling city. Later, he became a writer, exchanging words for meager royalties, just like in the cold deep sea, using the weak fluorescence from his wounds to exchange for oxygen that continued to sink.
Shen Jing is his only light and his only fault.
Just when he was about to close himself off, the phone that had been silent for half a year rang.
Where are you. "
"Iceland. "
"I'm coming to find you. "
Intention: Farewell to the world is to be gentle to yourself
