Maybe life is impermanent, the world is unpredictable, or maybe the passing years are unfavorable, and I sigh bitterly.

In the book Three Inches of the World, I thought that I could be reborn and regain happiness, but I found that I was a little powerless.

That feeling of exhaustion made me struggle on the verge of collapse again and again.

That kind of confusion in my heart made me sleepless all night until dawn.

The depression made me breathless, and I felt like a fish lying in the desert.

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Sorry friends, I owe some chapters.

I'm sorry friends, I want to adjust my condition, I want to get myself back to what I used to be.

Please give me a while, okay, let my spirit, let my memory, let my emotion, have a peaceful harbor.

Please give me some time, I think, rest, rest, walk around the world, see the aurora, sit under the stars, find yourself

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