The first month I left, Lu Jiangming was still happy. The second month, Lu Jiangming occasionally suffered from insomnia. The third month, Lu Jiangming started looking for me. Unfortunately, I died, but he didn’t know that. —No matter how bad you are, I’ll still smile at the thought of you, but you’re the night breeze that I can’t hold back. You are also my obsession. Goodbye, Mr. Lu
