Alive

Not long after, with the exhaustion of the night, I just fell asleep. What Zephyrine, Richard, at this time all can not defeat the charm of the week.

Today has been a very, very chaotic day, not even that chaotic when I was alive.

Sighing, I put the quilt in my hand back on the side of the bed and rushed to the kitchen to make breakfast.Zephyrine wouldn't wake up until around ten o'clock, and I poured raw rice into the rice cooker to make congee as usual before sitting at the dining table and fidgeting. It feels like I'm still in a half-asleep state, like there's a lot of stuff waiting for me to think about, but I don't want to think about anything. Darting my eyes around the house, I saw that the bag that I had casually thrown on the sofa last night had fallen to the floor, and the diary had slipped out of the bag and was now strutting around. I walked over and picked it up, then remembered the man who looked like Richard again. The characters written in this diary all seemed to be