There is no feast that never ends.

There are no endless fireworks.

When the scene of fireworks blooming brilliantly was finally driven out of Bailinger's mind reluctantly, it was already on the sofa at home.

I don't remember how she came back and opened the door.

Oh, it's not that I don't remember.

It's like a dream.

The white police officer, who used to be brilliant and graceful, smiled like a dementia and looked at the man with a gay eye. He never left the diamond ring on his left hand with his right thumb and index finger.

It's like the diamond ring disappears as soon as she releases her...