Tired An Ning came to a small third-tier city in the north.
He just wants to escape everything in the past, escape himself. The laughter and laughter of the past are like a dream that is longed for but out of reach, hazy, warm, and exuding warm yellow light. I wanted to stretch out my sticky fingers to touch it, but it was worse than soap bubbles. Then I realized that this was just a dream.
An Ning was still trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up.
Lin Ying, who is waiting for him, longs for redemption.
Then,
Who is the moth flying toward the flame?
Intention: His honey is my arsenic