Xiaobao worked overtime until late at night.
He returned home with heavy steps.
The box in his arms had a strong rotten smell, which was Xiaobao's long-dead heart.
Xiaobao has been dreaming of never-ending, sad dreams for three whole years.
Xiaobao already knew that he was finished.
(It's a mess, I don't know if I can write it well... I haven't written an article for a long time... I abandoned the original website and wrote on Jinjiang for the first time.)