There are flowers blooming on the street, and you can slowly get drunk.
A slender young man was lying on the bed among a pile of brocade curtains. He was extremely petite. His body was trembling slightly at an almost invisible level. He had his eyes closed and his face was expressionless, but he was holding on to the brocade curtain's fingers with such strength that it was almost pale, showing that he was using all his strength. He resisted the pain in his body that was almost beyond his ability to bear. His excellent control tried his best to prevent people from seeing his embarrassment. He used his greatest willpower to support his nearly collapsed mind, "No, no, nothing can make me die like this."