"Girl, please leave after drinking this. This is no joke." The person who appeared in front of him was the projection of a stereoscopic projector, but the soup bowl in his hand was an opaque entity.
"There is no place left. Where else can I go if my heart is here?" After saying this, he smiled brightly at the person who was trying to persuade him well and jumped down, making a slight ripple and disappearing among the flowers.
The white-faced man raised his eyes slightly and looked into the distance, tears streaming down his lips. His sorrow was relieved and he devoted himself to his work again.