The fingers passed through the patches of emerald green, which were rough but somewhat soft, giving people an unreal feeling.
This is my home...
Sighing, very satisfied, not pursuing anything deliberately, not thinking about anything, simply enjoying the tranquility, and then falling into a dream, living like a dream.
This time, he no longer wants to live so tiredly; this time, he is willing to live a simple and simple life; this time, he no longer desires those things that do not belong to him...