理性群

On the way home that night, he passed the convenience store from before. Same lights. Same freezer doors. Same smokers at the entrance. He suddenly remembered being on this road months earlier, holding an iced coffee and pushing himself toward the edge at the same time. Now he stood there with no liquidation alert in his phone and no countdown in his group chats. He just looked at the night for a second and kept walking. This time, he was not running away. He was taking his life back.*** End Patch