Bologue felt that his mind was in a mess, even though he had sorted out his thoughts, he still felt exhausted. As night fell, he returned home, carrying infinitely complex thoughts, ignored Palmer's greeting, and lay directly on his bed, closing his eyes in contemplation, until he drifted into dreams amidst endless thoughts.
For several days in a row, Bologue passed his time in such a muddled state. Fortunately, as time went by, his weary mind revived again, and his chaotic thoughts became orderly.
Bologue rarely confides his troubles to others. Even if you ask him to chat with someone, when the words are at the tip of his tongue, Bologue would feel a sense of meaninglessness and fatigue, thus refusing to talk.
