Nuannuan: Do you know how Hemingway died?
Joan: I don't know.
Nuannuan: He put the shotgun into his mouth, pulled the trigger, and then his skull was blown off.
Joan:......
Nuan Nuan: I have always been curious about what images flashed through his mind the moment he pulled the trigger.
Joan: Why are you telling me this?
Nuannuan: I am no stranger to death. I once witnessed a woman in a black lace dress jump out in front of me, her skull exploding and red liquid splattering.
Joan: Why are you always so melancholy. No matter what you have been through in the past, life still needs to go on.
Nuannuan: Haha.
Qiao An: .....
Qiao An: Nuannuan, I want to see you more than ever.
Nuannuan: Why? We meet in the virtual world, and our understanding of each other is limited to the virtual world, so why should we meet in reality.
Joan: If I said I fell in love with you, would you believe it? We've known each other for so long and I've been trying to get to know you. You are like a strange and fragrant plant in the tropical rainforest. Although it is dangerous, I can't help but get closer.