Tan Fei was sitting on the shore, holding a photo album in his arms, with countless bottles of wine lying around. People were coming and going on the shore, but no one minded, because no one would care about a hangover drunkard on the street. He took out a ticket from his trouser pocket, held it in front of his eyes and looked at it. Although his eyes were blurred, he still muttered the words on it. Tomorrow he will leave this city where he has stayed for ten years. He came when he was young and ignorant at the age of 18, and left scarred at the age of 28. In these ten years, he has experienced too much, gained friendship, love, and lost friendship and love...
Mission: There is no do-over in life, seize the moment