This is a story about searching for the truth about the world and accidentally finding true love.
"He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.
—W. H. Auden"
Reading tips:
1. 1V1, Ye Xiao x Yi Yao, slow heat
2. Updates may be uncertain due to work reasons, so please try your best to save the manuscript.
3. Minesweeper: The small dream world is an imaginary history, and the science fiction part is most likely pseudo-science fiction. Please do not delve into it.
Intention: The world is big and I want to go home