He always huddled in the corner, yet she said she would give him the whole world.
That day, she took the white silk covering his eyes, never imagining that from then on, she would never be able to hold on to her own light again.
For him, you would tear the world apart without fear;
For you, all I could do was give my whole heart in vain.
In the end,
Who gave everything for whom,
and who
wept helplessly at whose grave?
A song of orchids, a portrait of a beauty,
I fear the merciless east wind will scatter countless lovely melodies, and there will be nothing to lament;
I fear the ruthless karmic flames will burn across the wilderness and sky, and there will be no room for anger.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
