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Hello, fellow readers. Writing this story originated from a rainy night when I was walking on a busy yet lonely urban street, looking at the reflection of neon lights on the wet road, and suddenly thought: If even our emotions and memories can be managed, optimized, and even "archived", then what is left of the so-called "self"? "Changning Street Locked in Fog" slowly grew out of this kind of thinking. What it attempts to depict is not a distant future filled with gunfire, but a "near future" that may not be far away and where technology is deeply embedded in every breath and heartbeat we take. In this world, there are no stereotyped heroes or villains, only ordinary people like Li Jianming, who oscillate between the power of the system and the glimmer of their hearts. I hope this story can take you into the fog and neon of Xinjing and feel the glimmer of humanity that is washed away by the torrent of data but still stubbornly shines. Every time you read, you are a witness to this glimmer of light. Grateful.