In fact, I didn't put too much pressure on myself. I was just determined to spend at least 30 nights writing this story. This can be called a novel, or it can be called a man's pale memory narration. It was the first time I tried to dig out the details recorded in my heart. I lamented that it was so clear in words, but I couldn't find the source. As always, I write very slowly, trying to record something in the fleeting fragments. In this story without much dialogue, even the light seems to have a clear arrangement.
I plan to finish this novel in the shortest possible time when I leave Taiyuan. It is an idea I came up with when I was sleepy. Maybe it will be a novella or a short story.