Death is like a lamp going out, it has its own obsessions.
Empty cars running onto the sidewalk, chandeliers that flickered on and off, faucets with boiling water flowing out, empty bank card balances...
Shi Yi said: You can't die on either side, it's up to you to do whatever you want.
Until one day...
"Death... Ah, are you doing a mission, dear? No zuo can die kind of thing!"
Shi Yi: "Can I say no?"
Purpose: Debut novel, first practice of writing