After knowing this, all doubts were solved. You will no longer blame the inexplicable neurotic agent Skiner, you will not be surprised by the low-level dramas of absurd hotel guests and media directors, and there will be no more doubts about the plot.
In the middle, I was bored with the see-saw between Skeena, Tangtang, the media, and Heloise.
But in the end, a simple, melancholic, and beautiful ending made me feel infinitely satisfied.
In the hotel, the Rashomon displayed by the guests is realistic greed. Television may be really something made by a group of idiots and shown to another group of idiots. Under the blue sky, what the sexy voice narrated was still his love for Heloise looking up. After smiling, it was his first flight and the first time he felt love.
For what I worshipped stole my love away.
It was the ground beneath her feet.
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