It's very trivial, things are just what you and I experience every day in our lives. Now when I recall those fragments, what comes to my mind are all the trivial scenes, insignificant conversations, the occasional gloomy and gloomy sky like a background curtain, and the smell of continuous rain in the air.
Sometimes Zhao Anan can't help but shake his head and laugh at himself. This is nothing new. He is so vulgar that he goes through the motions with others and becomes a buffoon.
But after all, it was not a matter of life and death. I just tossed my sleeves and left. However, I saw dots of marks on the ground. I touched my chest with my hand, and plop plop, there was a thin gash at the beating place, and blood oozed out after taking a light step.
Zhao Anan cursed in his heart, it turned out that he was really into the drama.