As the title says, a derivative fanfic of Shaoping and Jinbo (top of the pot lid)
Don't click on the thunderous ones, and don't scold me if you click on them.
I stepped into the no-man's circle, only to find that there was no one there (with tears streaming down my face)
Actually, it's just over 5,000 words. I was asked to fill in the amount, so I filled in a 1 (with tears in my eyes).
I originally wanted to give the title no title, but in the end I chose Eason's "People Coming and Going" which I listened to while writing the second half.
Intention: I will be with you all the time.