Chenji's illness came suddenly and inexplicably.
A normal person should actively cure his or her disease.
So he went looking for a cure.
The lady with empty eyes pulled out the thread inserted into other people's brains and waved her hand:
I don't have your prescription.
The half-sad and half-joyful clown lit the circus tent on fire, grinning:
I don't have your prescription.
The twins living in the box opened a corner of the iron box and stretched out a squinting eye: We don't have your prescription either!
He found many people and walked many roads until he entered a sea of blue flowers.
Someone was waiting for him in the sea of flowers.
Your prescription is here.
The man said with a smile.
Professor Cold Wind×Inexplicable Wind Safety Officer
Purpose: May the souls of snorkeling find a home