There is a sun in Shen Zhinuan's silent world, and it is a young man squatting in a dark alley smoking a cigarette.
He said that he wanted to carve Shen Zhinuan on his cigarette, burn it into his lungs, and mix it with the blood to hide her breath.
But when the smoke burned into a gray shadow, she was the only one who drew a prison on the ground.
Intention: Even if you are miserable, you are still the warmth I am looking for