Library

There is a book in Nanshan City that records the anecdotes of Nanshan's strange people. As the saying goes, "The delicate flowers and shadows at the bridgehead of Nanshan seem like a dream, an illusion, and far away in the sky."

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, a green young man sat at the end of the wall, smiling, "Hey! When are you going to pay back what you owe me?" Oh! Sure enough, I have to pay it back! This return is a lifetime!