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When you wake up and find that there are only Internet writers and cockroaches left in the world, will you scream? Fortunately, by my side are the characters who miraculously came to life. Therefore, those who wrote about fantasy controlled the world, those who wrote about military affairs dominated the battlefield, and those who wrote about farming monopolized wealth. But what I write is about romantic youth. How can I break it before I finish it? Can I only turn my male protagonist into my boyfriend in this desperate world? Wait, what happened to the "daddy-long-legs" who is quietly guarding you?

Take out my eyes and I can still see you, Plug my ears and I can still hear you; Without feet, I can walk to you, Without a mouth, I can still pray to you. Break my arms and I'll still hug you - Use my heart like my hands. Clamp my heart, my brain will not stop; You set my brain on fire, I will still trust you with my blood. --Rilke

A bar called "Liao", a beauty with flaming red lips, four handsome boys with different postures, and a white dragon whose name cannot be mentioned. Only at night during the 24th solar term, the words on the bar sign will change to three words - "Boring Zhai". Why does the charming female boss put on simple and elegant costumes on this day only to commemorate such a day meticulously? When I walked in here, I realized that there are shadows of monsters in even the most daily trivial matters. So, was it a coincidence or necessity that I walked in here? This story begins at the beginning of spring and ends at another beginning of spring, recording a whole year of secret love and three thousand years of lovesickness. (Non-horror, a good night story suitable for reading before bed.)