The city is like a wall. People inside look out and people outside look in.
It has been in disrepair for a long time, and is as mottled as memories faded.
People outside looked at the neon lights in the city and thought they were colorful moonlight.
The people in the city looked at the deep jungle outside the city. It was the way they came, but it was a place they could not go back to.
Meiniang's friend's writing style is delicate and fresh, which is a writing style that is rare among JJ nowadays. Meiniang has always admired his ability to stick to his own path and hopes that everyone will never miss such a masterpiece. As for when it will be updated, Mei Niang can't say. Here, I am just a messenger, equivalent to an agent!