There is a half-open glass window, the breeze is blowing the curtains, and the sunlight at one o'clock in the afternoon shines through the gaps in the curtains on the desk. There is a computer on the upper layer of the double-layered table in front of the desk, and the lower layer is filled with various figurines. Buried among the crooked stacks of books on both sides was a dark, round head, and under a white shirt was a body that rose and fell to the rhythm of his breathing.
Bai Zeng wondered, is all this a dream or reality?
Purpose: The young man finds himself and completes the unity of soul and body.