The sky is dark with dark clouds, and the room is smoky.
Empty wine bottles were placed everywhere, and the cigarette butts almost burned the tip of my right index finger.
On the left hand side is a broken picture frame, the photo inside is crumpled.
"I'm sorry..."
Mo Jinnan's fingertips gently touched the photo over and over again.
My eyelids dropped heavily, and I woke up again to the noise around me.
"Again?"
Intention: love