There Is Also Something Wrong with Having Good Luck with the Peach Blossoms

After a short-lived love affair ended like fireworks, he seemed to have fallen into an invisible whirlpool. From Miss Weng, Miss Wang to Miss Chen, names and temperatures flowed between the mobile phone screens, getting closer and cooling down. They appear one after another, and are watched and "competed" by their "best friends" one after another, like a wind that has no reason but never stops. He stood in the humid Guangzhou night, watching WeChat notifications light up again and again, unable to tell whether he was the one being desired, or whether he was just a passing symbol filling the gaps in other people's lives. ——When "like" becomes a swarming noise, are we in love, or are we confirming each other's loneliness in a sea of ​​people?