The Wind and the Stubborn Traveler

"The shading rate is ninety-nine percent." "What about one percent?" "It's a gap. My ex will poke his head through the gap." "Then buy a double layer. When the gauze curtain floats, he thinks it's haunted and won't dare to come." Lin Xu, who sells curtains, is quite good at deceiving people. There are just some gaps. After two years of sewing, light is still leaking. Spring City will never return to tide. He looked up, but the water stains were always there. In those two years, they saved up seven "futures" that they had agreed upon. She left, leaving the account to him. He went to ride the seesaw alone, went to watch the blues alone, flew to her city alone, ordered a plate of naan fried meat, and ate it slowly. ——It's not that I can't let it go. It was a settled matter, and it couldn't be forgotten just because she was gone. Lao Zhou has a master, but he has no master. The two people wandered around the Spring City, like two rounded stones. The days are like lukewarm water, neither hot nor cold. Only occasionally, there is a mouthful that I can't swallow. If you have ever opened a dialog box late at night that will never be answered again - this book is for you.