Alex Cheng

I picked up a miracle next to the rancid trash can He called himself "Kes" and had a face sculpted by moonlight and violet vertical pupils. The spiral horns on his forehead were covered with crystal scales. My younger brother said that I was crazy and spoke to the air. They didn't understand that it was Kes who chose me in this cold city. His blood and saliva are the fire that ignites my depleted life. With just one drop, the exhaustion of overtime work, the humiliation of the director, and the weight of the entire world will turn into short-term bliss in the distorted cognition. I finally touch the price of happiness, which is doubled after waking up.