Every time I think about the past, I feel pain all over my body, and I am in pain.
The dappled sunshine and warmth in those dark and damp memories gradually became clearer with the man named Yunzheng...
The ripe plums in April, the smiling boy on the street,
The choking fragrance in the South Pavilion, the waiter who endures and works hard to live,
And the monsters struggling to survive in the dark world...
After all, what is the purpose of his existence?