Where should the story begin?
The electricity was out all day that day, and when I lit the last Chinese candle with a candle, she hadn't come back yet. The whole building was in a panic, girls, and boys, running around, calling names. The door kept being pushed open and shut, mixed with footsteps and shouts. There was more further commotion, accompanied by a hoarse noise. The light in the distance was faint and eerie.
On the table, her pharmacology textbook was spread out with half of her unfinished poem on it. The paper flapped when the wind blew in, and I realized that she had detained Ping An here.
Purpose: This era is full of unstoppable changes.