The moment I remembered that person really came suddenly.
Zhou Bu was sitting in a dark corner of the stairwell on the seventh and a half floors. The Marlboro he held lightly between the index and middle fingers of his right hand had just burned to a slightly curled corner. Under his feet was the noise and bustle of the hundreds of boys' dormitories on the seventh floor. He frowned and calmly put away his eyes that concealed countless thoughts.
He is a taciturn blank, living in a mystery without him.
I want to build a castle for him to withstand the storm and drive away all the monsters.