The couple, who had quarreled for food, blushed and had a thick neck because of the luggage one second ago, and the girl had a fever the next, and the boy was so flustered that he stepped barefoot on the cold floor looking for medicine, which made people feel warm. This thing of love is outrageous: usually the tip of the needle is pointed at the wheat, and it becomes a protective armor at the critical moment. They walked out of the back of the hotel hand in hand. Isn’t that a living example of “quarreling is the true feeling”?
The most heartfelt thing is the note that says “Thank you for giving me hope to live”. This hotel, which smells like old furniture, is simply a temporary charging station for tired souls-a smile from a stranger and a lamp that is not cool in the guest room, which will become the confidence of others to carry through the long night.