It was noon when I woke up in the morning. As usual, peace came into the room with a washbasin and served me to get up.

when I finished washing and washing my breakfast at will, I found a reason to support the peace. I sat at my desk and began to grind ink.

I'm holding the brush and staring at the rice paper on the table. What should I say to Xiao Mingbei? Although it annoys me that he deceives me when I lose my memory, he is good for me on the whole. It's better to leave a letter when I have to go. In the sun, the...