The door was not closed. In other words, in the past, the devil woman always closed the door I had just approached behind her and put her shoes on.

It's still evening and the weather is gloomy.

The half-open door reflects the light of the window in the corridor, sitting quietly on the sofa and staring at the door for a long time.

This shot is so familiar that it appears in my mind too many times.

Her sentence: Do you listen? It haunts my ears.

From morning till now, my mobile phone has stopped ringing except for the phone that my employees gave me. The cell phone is on,...