It was a very ordinary day.
It was raining lightly, and the cold breeze swept over the exposed skin. The young man was walking in the alley as usual, listening to the noisy sounds from the people in the alley. The dim street lights made his shadow narrow and long, making his back look thin and small.
"Jiang Jue."
The young man looked up and saw a pair of starry eyes. The man looked at him with a smile and leaned the umbrella in his hand towards the young man.
"Let's go home together."
…
"Okay."
Intention: When I saw the word brain death, I thought of a novel and wanted to write it down.