Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I walked into the dilapidated fence and touched the traces of the years with my palm prints.
The rain was pouring continuously. At this moment, the girl holding an oil-paper umbrella passed me by.
I looked back and saw that this was Mr. Dai Wangshu's lifelong pursuit, right?
You have been pursuing the light all your life, but the light is always swallowed up by the darkness.
You were unwilling to give up like this, so you picked up your pen and fought hard.
That's how you make me fascinated and obsessed with you
Mine, Mr. Wangshu...