Mu Yuan was like a tourist. He stayed in the Empire State Building from morning to evening. This year was a lonely birthday, and it was also a day of loneliness and hesitation.
After his 24th birthday, he seemed to have reached the crossroads of his life. One path was full of thorns, but it was also full of flowers and fragrance, and the other was a solemn and majestic path with no end in sight. In front of him, there was a lonely and staggering road, while the other road was full of people. Mu Yuan squinted his eyes slightly. The setting sun was a little glaring.
He thought to himself that he didn't really like such a lonely birthday. He was just reminiscing about those luxuriously dressed and vigorous youth. If he was given another one or two years, he would forget everything.
Jack, love ... None of them could withstand the passing of time. In his life, there were more important things to do and more important people to protect.
