Just like that, January 12, 2019, was the fourth pleasant night I spent in the virtual world square. What is different from the previous three days is that at this moment, I am only accompanied by pigeons. Looking up at the moonlight, lying on the chair worth 500G, I actually have insomnia. The night was getting darker, and everything was obviously quiet, but the sound of Sikali taking a bath in the bathhouse sounded in my ears over and over again, as if I was hallucinating. It was the sound of her holding a scoop of water to wet her hair and body, and humming a symphony of modern minor tunes in a pleasant voice.
Forget it, that's fine.