So what? He is an abandoned child anyway, no one will care if he disappears.
Just like when the sun comes out, the fog dissipates. The appearance of fog is annoying after all. Of course, the lighter the fog, the better, and it is best to never appear...
Never appeared...
So, I disappeared from this world...
The more the ink is rubbed, the thicker and purer it becomes. Unexpectedly, his real name is Mo, the indifferent Mo.
Me,
I can have no heart, no lungs, no liver, and lose 3/4 of my life, but I will use fog to build my kingdom and surround the things I care about.
Although the fog is thin, it is there...