It was a cold winter, and Song Lancen's legs and feet were not good. There was always a harsh sound of mopping the floor when walking on the road. Not every store had cartons, and not every store would let him in. The man walked for a long time, and every step he took would bring dirty water stains, like the pickled sewers where rats were hiding in the slums. On the clean floor, the filth was more obvious and dazzling. He did not expect to meet Xie Tiechi eight years later. It was as if God sent someone to squeeze his heart hard and there was an unspeakable suffocation feeling. The air seemed to be turbid for a moment, and he couldn't breathe at all. Is Xie Chengchi's sleepwalking better? Do you still miss your hugs?
Intention: Your hug is my salvation