Yun Shen was lying on the sofa in the cafe. There were not many people in the cafe. There were only soft, sad and familiar pop songs playing in the corner, and above her head were strange and cute graffiti. At this time, Yun Shen seemed drunk but also very sober. She seemed to have seen the people and things that appeared in her life over the years, but she knew very clearly that she could not go back. Both she and the story had been buried in the sand of the past.
Yun Shen smiled, took a sip of coffee, and then closed his eyes, but his brows wrinkled unconsciously. After a while, he gave up the memory, that's it, Yun Shen said to himself.
Concept: The story I want to write is about a future that I have never experienced but am full of longing for. There is a girl who chooses to cover some things with some things.