No one wins in this game.
Even if I scream as hard as I can, it won't change the outcome.
No one will care.
This is a deformed country, this is a sick society, and everyone is acting out a thousand layers of routines.
Only when the routine is deep enough, the vest is thick enough, and the character is real enough, can it last forever.
Ps. Before the end, please don't be surprised by the ups and downs of the content. They are all foreshadowing and the joy that comes after hardships.
Note:
1. Ambiguous, no cp, irregular updates, daily chatter
2. White Night comes from a novel I once loved.
3. Inspiration comes from my ordinary brain
Intention: change