In July, Song slept until three poles in the sun. When he woke up, it was really backache!

Opening her eyes, she saw that the curtains were still pulling in the room. She had now returned to the hotel where he was staying. She had tossed and turned back from the seawall last night. It was quite awkward when she passed the hall. I just don't know what time it is, but when I see the edge of the curtain, there is a red light. It is the sunrise. Her consciousness was still vague and unclear. She looked around and there was nobody. He was not there.

Remembering all that...