Chen Huan knew clearly that he was going to die, ever since his dreams became only darkness.
One rainy day, Yan Xi picked up a half-dead "little poisonous insect" from the alley behind the restaurant where he worked. He took him home like a ghost, watched him spit out a bunch of colorful pills in his toilet, and insisted on staying with him.
The obsolete singer with manic-depressive disorder was attacked by a handsome gangster and a part-time job boss
Intention: The joy brought by those old words.