After Selling My Love Letter, I Was Hunted by Monsters

I sold the most precious love letter of my youth, and from then on, the world was cast under a strange filter. In this era of overwhelming information, neglect is not a flaw, but an essential survival strategy. But these things we choose to ignore - expired orange juice, abandoned billboards, curtain ropes in dark corners, and even messages on WeChat that we haven't had time to read - are silently fermenting cold murderous intent! And I am the only one who can see them. But what's worse is that the person they fear the most is me. The person they most want to kill is me. In this world, "nothing happens"