Nannan has always been a person since she was a child. She doesn't care much about anything. She is only interested in strange-shaped stones. She only lives in an abandoned utility room next to the factory...
PS: Actually, this story is a dream I had, or a dream within a dream. The story has no ending, but the feeling of loss made me unable to help but write an ending. However, the young man in the dream was indeed killed, and there was no emotional scene. It was added by the author myself. Please don't criticize me. I just want to record the dreams I still remember.
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