In the neon-lit urban night, the clock turned into nothingness and gray in a box. Qin Yuluo sat slumped in the corridor, his nails digging into his palms, tears mixed with sobs, soaking up the hustle and bustle of the entire city.
Intention: to write a story that spans the bond between life and death, and to think about the true meaning of "farewell": not to forget, but to live the other person into the rest of one's life.