Men are hard, men are lonely, even outside, Guo Xihao has too many halos, but when I go back to where I live, looking at the tall building, looking at the bright lights on the building, I think that this is not my own place.

it's luxurious and comfortable here, but it doesn't belong to me. My wandering heart doesn't belong to me.

looking forward to the old villa, several people lived together, chatted together, drank together, and talked about the unreachable future together. Although the bed board was a little hard, although the bed was a little cold, although it was still a bed of its own, there were...