Fuzi knew he couldn't go on like this.
She got up from the bed, moved to the window, opened a crack in the blinds, and looked out the window with great effort. After three years, she finally mustered up the courage to try to see clearly what was outside the window.
Everything is foggy, there are not many people on the street, and the biting cold wind makes people's footsteps extremely hurried, and everyone is huddled under the full protection of the hood. From a distance, it looks like a small black dot moving quickly under the mist.
Fuzi looked at it in trance. Such streets made her feel extremely familiar, just like three years ago.
Intention: What should we do when faced with the invisible cover in life.