I was once very confused, standing alone on the overpass smoking a cigarette; looking at this gorgeous and colorful city, it seemed that I was the only one in black and white. I have also cried alone in a corner, but turned around with a smile on my face. Beijing, a city that I love and hate, makes me suffer, but now I have the motivation to stay. What should I say, maybe this is love!
Light a cigarette and make a cup of tea. Now let us step into Yu Mu's world and his love, hatred and hatred!