What is loneliness? Maybe it means being alone for too long. Lan Min had been standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with red wine in his hand, looking at the bustling city. Maybe it was time to leave. The tears in the corners of his eyes were still held back by his own stubbornness. He didn't persist because of hope, but he had hope because of persistence. I feel sorry for myself, why am I so strong that I despair? Will you still be waiting for me in the dimly lit place?