Fusheng leaned against the outer wall of the bar, her arms folded, and an unlit cigarette between her slender fingers. She was not in a hurry and waited slowly. She could stay with him as long as the dead bug wanted to play, but he would always come back, right?
Liang Fusheng is an ordinary person, and her experience is not unique. At best, the name given by her parents makes it sound like a story.