Jiang Yan thought that her youth was like bubbles rising in midsummer. Each light flowing streamer rose slowly, but then burst into pieces. The broken water splashed on her body, but she remained motionless, staring blankly at the sky like a child, and then cried loudly with a cry.
What forces us to become like this?
I don't know, it's like an endless loop.
I don't know where to start or how to end. It seems like I was destined to be like this from the moment I was born.
The sky was gray and depressing.
Is it true that when this world collapses, I can return to you?