Perhaps people like me, who are pretentious and overly sentimental, are destined to never find happiness!
——Shu Jingchu.
Shu Jingchu never imagined that one day she would travel to a completely unknown world.
She had thought her life would just be like this.
Lost in a fantasy of self-indulgence, unable to extricate herself, yet constantly avoiding the realities around her.
As her roommate would say, you're always submerged in your world unable to escape, but you never dare to open your eyes and look at this world, you're just a selfish person.
Selfish person it is!
At least... it won't be that sad.
Thus, Shu Jingchu quietly comforted herself, walking along the streets where the winter sun had yet to rise.
The stalls lined the street, displaying all sorts of things one could imagine or never imagine.
Shu Jingchu liked this feeling very much.
She felt these old objects held time that hadn't dispersed.
