How does it feel to struggle to forget your name? The brain cut off the question just now, a warm and decent smile hung on his face, and he quickly returned to his work station. But the problems that are cut off in unknown corners are like big rocks that have been split by time. Although they are still hard, the gaps are filled with thin, entangled roots, and vines grow out day after day, covering all the cracks.
Intention: Fate showed me its trump card from the beginning