It doesn’t matter if they are different, anyway, there are all kinds of scum in this world. I really don’t understand why people want to hear the truth, or why people always claim to love the truth. What's so good about the truth? Who sets the standards of truth and falsehood? The night around me is dead silent. Suddenly, the huge refrigerator made a long, humming low sound. It sighed calmly, maybe it was dreaming about something. 27 In the depths of her eyes, there was the darkness of one o'clock in the morning, which was completely silent and lifeless. That's how she was, she never knew that what she said would penetrate deeply into other people's hearts. I've lost everything, so no matter what, I can't be embarrassed anymore.
Are you right?