It was late at night and there was silence.
Shiyue buried her head in the bed, and the mobile phone beside her pillow was still slightly lit. There were screenshots sent by her friends.
A screenshot of a circle of friends, a photo of a bar, with a row of drinks on the table in front of him.
"Why do two life lines that have no intersection have to overlap forcibly?"
Shiyue just remained silent, completely covering her face with the quilt.
Intention: None