I wandered in the wind and snow, experienced the bitterness that made my liver and gallbladder split, and also tasted the heat of burning oil. I was like a passerby who refused to disappear, dragging his tired soul with him, not knowing where he came from or where he was going.
In the wind and snow, I met another night returner who could be called a tourist.
While the dog was barking, I opened the firewood door that revealed the warm yellow light.
Nonsense modern fiction about the entertainment industry
CP: A soft-spoken male artist * a female police officer who became a monk halfway
Intention: No intention, just support each other and fall in love.
(If you feel that the male protagonist is similar to a certain artist, no doubt, I wrote it for him, but I can't say it clearly, so please bear with me, friends)
Intention: illumination is mutual